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Before the temple gate
The bell is swallowed by the mist, so late
You turn your head
Silence is all that’s left in your eyes, unsaid
The wooden fish beats
Echoing old karma, repeating the feats
Step by step we go
Treading on the veins of the past we know
A sweep of the red thread
And the wind bows its head
To cross the endless hills for you instead
This soul, bound by fate
Trembles at your fingertips, it cannot wait
Should I follow you into the light?
Or scatter into dust, fading out of sight?
The stone steps are long
Moss climbs up your sleeves, where it belongs
Lanterns under the eaves
Swaying with the dreams of the night, it weaves
The inscription is old
Names fading into a blur, a story untold
You whisper low
Calling out a face from the long ago
A sweep of the red thread
And the wind bows its head
To cross the endless hills for you instead
This soul, bound by fate
Trembles at your fingertips, it cannot wait
If you turn back and smile, so bright
Every vow becomes a ferry in the night
The fog is too thick
Can’t see where the past begins, makes me sick
I only recall
Someone stayed for you, standing through it all
You ask me, soft and true
"Would you bet on another meeting?"
But I’ve already carved my name
Into the furrow of your brow, deep within you
A sweep of the red thread
And the wind bows its head
From this moment on, the world is yours to spread
The soul, bound by fate
Finally learns to let go, before it’s too late
If you desire to be free
I’ll be the last breeze... drifting away.
