Cerulean painted across the bleeding sky
In circular whispers the water ripples
Salty dew drops trail down porcelain
Dark hands drawn across silver sage
Rising sun in an achromic sky
Play a little melody on the air woven harp
With the essence of your being
Tell me where the roses grow. Tell me where the roses grow.
Tell me where your secrets lie on tangled web of gossamer, where elixirs of ambrosia are camouflaged by a young maiden's voice. Tell me where your secrets lie over river under dale, where fairies dance and play like children.
Tell me where your secrets lie. Tell me where your secrets lie.
There is still so much that I don't know. There is still so much I don't know. You are hidden where I can't find you.
I can't find you. There's a sweet voice in my head saying
I need you to love me. I need you to love me. Love me dear boy. There is no one else. No one else that I want to be with.
boy in fukai mori...