What floats me is the summer of cicadas
Gentle, it is the flowing clouds on the lake
What quiets me is the snow on a winter night
It's broken, but it's the heart that sways for you in the autumn shadow
What floats me is the summer of cicadas
Gentle, it is the flowing clouds on the lake
What quiets me is the snow on a winter night
It's broken, but it's the heart that sways for you in the autumn shadow