A green car passes through our village, climbing a hill, leaving glitchy sounds of its vintage wheels The headlights reflect the sky of blue We stroll our familiar parade morning air freshens my rusty mind Puddles iced over remain unstained as the world seems still and to unwind A scarlet sunrise enfolds the town as it drifts upon the surging waves I feel like i'm lying on a bed of lawn as the blushed clouds glide over the lake The tiny stream ceaselessly sparkles with the small fragments of ice They whisper artistic advice at which you always chuckle There'll soon be the season of daylight but we won't bloom from the bud I recall the taste of cold blood Seeing red lanterns shining bright, A scarlet sunrise enfolds the town as it drifts upon the surging waves I feel like I'm lying on a bed of lawn as the blushed clouds glide over the lake
