Twisted Maple Trees

Inside my mind
I wonder where we’ll go
You walk two steps ahead of my bare feet
Dark sky is seen
Through twisted maple trees
I don’t know why but
I hope you don’t look back
You are fine
I’m wrong
It’s always on my side
I’m dead
My fault
You can not forgive me
You shade your face
And murmur something like
«Should I regret the color of my dress»
You are fine
I’m wrong
It’s always on my side
I’m dead
My fault
You can not forgive me