It is dark here
Almost pitch black
But the glow of pure white of my dress serves as my light.
It's not so dark and scary here anymore
Not when white flowers bloom from the trees
And I look up at them like they were stars in the sky.
The animals that reside here are enchanting
They cast their own white glow
They are seen as spirits of the forest.
No, of course it's not scary here
It is beautiful.
