It was at a darkened day
Without white doves
I turned around and away
To bathe in the vortex
To hide myself under needles and crowns
At cold dusk, my green eyes fell into the sunset arrow
It is bygone now, I have drawn the path
Without white doves
I turned around and away
To bathe in the vortex
To hide myself under needles and crowns
At cold dusk, my green eyes fell into the sunset arrow
It is bygone now, I have drawn the path