At the bottom of the water, the sky is bluer In the Autumn under the Sun the leaves are redder Breeze kisses my face when in the air leaves drift The valley is silent when on the pond leaves sit.
At the bottom of the water, the sky is bluer
In the Autumn under the Sun the leaves are redder
Breeze kisses my face when in the air leaves drift
The valley is silent when on the pond leaves sit.