I tried to put into words how I feel about the music I play.
With the wind and flower petals
I'm standing in the meadow.
I'm gazing forward
But I can't see the light.
I'm stretching out my hand
But it just doesn't feel right.
I hear the strings playing
Somewhere behind the clouds,
Camomile scent reaching my nose...
I try to escape the dream of those..
But I stay forever in that place.
