Hanging trees falling around
Down by this river I feel sound
From the boat deck, I'm ready to sail
I'll be back to recount my tall tale
There are black leaves in my dreams
Someone will always tell me how I feel
Keeping it to myself doesn't mean
That I'm insane or that I'm ill
Hanging trees falling around
I can see myself being drowned
To get carried away in one's thoughts
Never have to choose by casting lots