كلمات Moss Stares

Run cheerfully run, you're gonna chase it Eye sparrow's eye bring it It falls into the hole again and again A mole buries it whole to blind you Everytime you've think it's a passer-by All the routes have so many branches Everytime you've think it's a passer-by That's when you gaze into your quiet Time the longing time that you've waited A hawk at night hawk is warning you Don't throw a stone into the pond Moss breathes and greems, stares Everytime you've think it's a passer-by All the ways have so many branches Everytime you've think it's a passer-by That's when you gaze into your quiet palm If you wear the crown of anticipation Touch your breath a little and let it go