I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
I chose not to enter the village.
Thus the mountains are my sole.
Lone star, a shadowed flame, my companions they remain.
This is the life I have chosen.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
To wade once more the crystal river.
To pluck with my own hands, just once.
The fruit I myself have sown.
It's the life you chose to embrace.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.
Hidden in mountains, watching fireworks, guarding that mound of clay.
No longer seeking absolution from the world's hands.
The flower buds across the fields, too, endure their solitude.
How, how so much like me.