The river hums a gentle tune,
Beneath the glow of silver moon.
Looking high up at the stars,
Not thinking about our purple scars.
Feeling the breeze, forgetting the pain,
And listening to the falling rain.
A scene that speaks to the soul,
......
The river hums a gentle tune,
Beneath the glow of silver moon.
Looking high up at the stars,
Not thinking about our purple scars.
Feeling the breeze, forgetting the pain,
And listening to the falling rain.
A scene that speaks to the soul,
......