Wildfire Resurgence

Whenever the rotten leaves Falling from class in the shadows of autumn Gradually being complicit There will always be raindrops falling on the dirty soil, so that the seedlings can absorb the vitality they have longed for and thrive. Whenever thoughts are obscured Words are boundlessly blocked Listen to them tell you The carefully woven truth There will always be a fire to continue the prologue of truth, allowing hope to spread to the dark side shrouded by dark clouds and shine.​​​