Somewhere among the cherry trees
My mind is wandering in search of,
He's looking for you in the middle of a thick fog
The wasteland absorbs my call, on the other hand
There is no answer, and the light is apparently powerless
I am happy that love was born inside me
A white raven hid in a cherry orchard,
Spreads its wings and covers everything with a haze
It's scary to leave the garden, what if you're not ahead?
All that's left is your voice in my head:
Your words are like a song, a gentle symphony
You're always with me, but you're never really around.
The White Raven
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