Run cheerfully run, you're gonna chase it Eye sparrow's eye bring it It falls into the hole again and again A mole buries it whole to blind you
Everytime you've think it's a passer-by All the routes have so many branches Everytime you've think it's a passer-by That's when you gaze into your quiet
Time the longing time that you've waited A hawk at night hawk is warning you Don't throw a stone into the pond Moss breathes and greems, stares
Everytime you've think it's a passer-by All the ways have so many branches Everytime you've think it's a passer-by That's when you gaze into your quiet palm
If you wear the gown of anticipation Touch your breath a little and let it go
