Walking the Forest

in a secret garden, let’s do fireworks
the fluttering grains of light fade away
when dawn breaks, we’ll spread our wings
if the sound of feathers reaches your ears
the blue moon of winter is so sad
my heart is quivering so much
it might turn into the night wind
the people in the streets
without looking up at the sky
maybe that’s how they forget to smile
in a secret garden, let’s hold hands
it’s okay if there are no words
I wanna be with you