I buried myself in verdant leaves,
Which grew damp in crimson dreams,
And with the taste of winter on the breeze,
I find comfort in these faint memories,
Lost now in deep roots of ancient ash trees.
I buried myself in verdant leaves,
Which grew damp in crimson dreams,
And with the taste of winter on the breeze,
I find comfort in these faint memories,
Lost now in deep roots of ancient ash trees.