Walking the Forest - Fiona

in a secret garden, let’s do fireworks

the fluttering grains of light fade away

when dawn breaks, we’ll spread our wings

if the sound of feathers reaches your ears

the blue moon of winter is so sad

my heart is quivering so much

it might turn into the night wind

the people in the streets

without looking up at the sky

maybe that’s how they forget to smile

in a secret garden, let’s hold hands

it’s okay if there are no words

I wanna be with you