Come, To Think Of It-MIST

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:34.11]When at a morning my feet touches the cold earth [00:40.80]Or what mirrored it into our imagination deeper [00:48.69]It meant dying [00:49.59]I'd rather feel the grass under me [00:51.57]I'd rather have a twig cut a bleeding on a bare foot [00:53.70]Causing pain [00:54.03]Than touch of false moss under me [01:20.88]When I stalk this flat earth [01:23.01]Rather hills would I adore [01:25.62]When I see false homes [01:27.66]Homes for no wanderer to be [01:35.10]I'd more love the shelter of an old fir [02:00.09]By day under her cooling shadow by night hidden [02:01.23]From the star's light [02:16.83]When illumes the strange lights [02:25.83]Competing with life's own [02:26.58]Held 'em prison I tell you [02:36.27]Held 'em in illusions [03:01.29]I'd rather talk with the sun [03:10.50]See the young birch brought to life [03:14.76]And by night sleep under a free moon [03:50.70]When the wind turns north [03:56.31]Brings forth the cold [04:21.66]I see death fleeing to death [04:39.36]Life left alone [05:05.61]I'd rather smell true death [05:08.58]Wash myself with burning leaves [05:22.89]And by night sleep under