I've known it would happen
I've dreamt of it for years, letting it set in
I've been so naïve thinking it was just a dream
We've fought, yelled, attacked each other, and ignore the bitter truth.
I'm dying 'cause I ignored the cold truth.
This field, how suitable, is where it all ends
I'm kneeling, on my knees like you saw at first, working
Picking herbs, like you first saw, for village medicines.
As I sift through the grasses, a light breeze blows through
Letting your movements go unnoticed in the waist-high grass, circling me.
In my hands, I hold a dagger and taigrass stalks
Cutting, to see the herbs I'm looking for, through them
Just as you taught me to do, not too long ago.
I'm a dying, naïve person who ignored the truth.
The breeze picks up to a light wind, and ominous
Rain-laden storm clouds roll in, edging away the calm evening
As the sun is pushed down in the day's wake, darkening.
The moon, its fullness betrays you as the clouds pass over you, its light catches off your eyes
Sparking golden fire with the waves of the grass, you leap at me.
Now the wounds are killing me, 'cause of our bitter lies.
I've dreamt of it for years, letting it set in
I've been so naïve thinking it was just a dream
We've fought, yelled, attacked each other, and ignore the bitter truth.
I'm dying 'cause I ignored the cold truth.
This field, how suitable, is where it all ends
I'm kneeling, on my knees like you saw at first, working
Picking herbs, like you first saw, for village medicines.
As I sift through the grasses, a light breeze blows through
Letting your movements go unnoticed in the waist-high grass, circling me.
In my hands, I hold a dagger and taigrass stalks
Cutting, to see the herbs I'm looking for, through them
Just as you taught me to do, not too long ago.
I'm a dying, naïve person who ignored the truth.
The breeze picks up to a light wind, and ominous
Rain-laden storm clouds roll in, edging away the calm evening
As the sun is pushed down in the day's wake, darkening.
The moon, its fullness betrays you as the clouds pass over you, its light catches off your eyes
Sparking golden fire with the waves of the grass, you leap at me.
Now the wounds are killing me, 'cause of our bitter lies.
