@migu music@

Inside this tree

There is one endless sky

Like a drape of crystal smell

Thirty years are gone

They all end in this house

Where the senses love to drown

Late december is what i'm feeling

And it's still alive

With its old lights and voices i breathe

So many lives

Some go away

Some will always stay

Thirty years are gone

They all end in this house

Where the senses' spirits drown