I see my hair
Falling down like petals
What will remains
Are thorns
Am I withering?
With the sap of my loved ones I will hold my life as roots in the earth and I will not surrender to winter
My skin is graying
An empty hole like a desert
And neither are left
My tears
Am I withering?
With the sap of my loved ones I will hold my life as roots in the earth and I will not surrender to winter
With the sap of my loved ones I will hold my life as roots in the earth and I will not surrender to winter