Colours moving as if playful girls,dancing,weaving tales,
In cycle life moves..
Sometimes hidden,sometimes open..
To the end of the world,running with bare footsteps,
It moves..
Heart dances,yet eyes cries,
As life sings songs..
Of heartbeats,of love,of longing..
Cycle
Colours moving as if playful girls,dancing,weaving tales,
In cycle life moves..
Sometimes hidden,sometimes open..
To the end of the world,running with bare footsteps,
It moves..
Heart dances,yet eyes cries,
As life sings songs..
Of heartbeats,of love,of longing..