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.