They are gleaming dinner table in sitting room
and drawing the image of curtain words
I am think of a lost tongue of innocent child
creeping silently at the dark gate
the helpless fates of light twinkle at me
and faint face from the blind and unclear skies
a man who cries in the mist of life a little while
and placidly rest at the bottom of room.
and drawing the image of curtain words
I am think of a lost tongue of innocent child
creeping silently at the dark gate
the helpless fates of light twinkle at me
and faint face from the blind and unclear skies
a man who cries in the mist of life a little while
and placidly rest at the bottom of room.