Take me to
where you're leaving...I don't know
if I want to go...Pieces of the past
are like the river flow.Take me there.
you know I will.Beneath the water,
they are seeping...Counting willows
by the sea.Take me there...
Take me there
and I will tell you...All this time
what's on my mind.And seize you by the hand
Among the willows...Maybe then
you'll know me too.