They dance with wind, with moon as guide.
A lullaby of tide and time,
In rhythm slow, in motion rhyme.
It's like walking into a forgotten landscape painting.
The water surrounds the green mountains, the wind blows through the forest, and every place is a line of poetry drawn by nature.
It's like walking into a forgotten landscape painting.
The water surrounds the green mountains, the wind blows through the forest, and every place is a line of poetry drawn by nature.