When skies are blue, I don’t see it.
When trees are green, I wonder what you see.
When trees are covered with snow, it feels heavy not beautiful.
When the leaves change colors, I begin to withdraw.
When skies are blue, I don’t see it.
When skies are blue, I don’t see it.
When trees are green, I wonder what you see.
When trees are covered with snow, it feels heavy not beautiful.
When the leaves change colors, I begin to withdraw.
When skies are blue, I don’t see it.