A lyric from a poem
A child from your eyes
From my ashes you've scattered
will I be born again?
Will I run and play?
In the passing of the night
Where are these eyes of mine
Even if my mother replaces you
My tears are with you
A lyric from a poem
A child from your eyes
From my ashes you've scattered
will I be born again?
Will I dive deep?
In the passing of the night
Where are these hands of mine