the time has come..
for the reflection of the mirror to look inside..
the 'grand' period of day off has nearly come to an end..
the chill of winds.. the bless of rain..
the flakes of snow.. the flash of leaves..
have all the things that passes by to be let it drift away?
each time the eyes gaze high up into the sky..
never did it once fail to touch down deep within the heart..
or is it all just a lie..?
in each path it strolls, the sack of coal fills in
the body never falls from hoping..
to let go of its sack, and keep on the journey without stopping..
yet,
there are always things behind this scene of life..
its unknown, but the pearl is always there..
beneath the stone of dream..
shadowed by the light of grieves..
light up the coal it hold
for then, it'll know...
everything seems brighter and warmer..
with this,
it'll always long to pick up a coal to fills the sack it holds..
