Sailing on
The clouds never cease to sail
In a clear sea of sky.
The rustling leaves whisper just as much.
We still cannot bathe in the same river twice
But the rivers do find their way back.
Which way are we sailing?
The clouds never cease to sail
In a clear sea of sky.
The rustling leaves whisper just as much.
We still cannot bathe in the same river twice
But the rivers do find their way back.
Which way are we sailing?