歌词
A step to the left
A twist of fate that leads to the storm
A clashing of clouds
The rain keeps on pouring out of our mouths
The split in the tree
A branching of the feelings that knew no wrong
The birth of the rhyme
As words turn to servants' blood becomes wine
A clashing of clouds
The rain keeps on pouring out of our mouths
The birth of the rhyme
As words turn to servants' blood becomes wine