Your moon is hanging I try to catch its blue light But it slips away.
River is fragile Snow melts into the water It hurts the river
You spread your colors And I perceive them fully You are perfect, God.
Your moon is hanging I try to catch its blue light But it slips away.
River is fragile Snow melts into the water It hurts the river
You spread your colors And I perceive them fully You are perfect, God.