In Winter embers glowed on the dying ground
We lay down, alone on the coldest stone
Wooden mountain homes burned to the skies
Dancing as the grey pillars rose all night
We played Chaturanga that night
We awoke in evening light, ice turned to snow
And washed the ancient clothes so we could go
To the garden of another
To the garden of another
Full of bracken
- 专辑:First Writings
- 歌手:Hilang Child
- 歌曲:Chaturanga