Judging from this scope,
I must say that you are a mile away.
I must say that your secrets are raining now, in a storm that shouldn't exist.
Your diamond eyes seem hollow,
as of now it's such a shame; Closely cascaded willows cross the plain field
with their branches inside of them.
They each chant a unique mantra without a tongue,
They chant and extend the trail after recitation.
Incantations are all I can see from this,
But judging from this scope,
I must say that you are a mile from vision.
Always in my presence, you wish for privacy.
Connections to one another create chains that can't dissapear.
Perhaps I'll free you, break the seal of your prison,
To release you into the sky; to hide the fire flies.
