Handshake with thousand of leaves

(Compose & lyrics by Paul)

Thousand of flowers bloom
With the thousand days of tales.
In your thousand of thoughts,
For the life on your own.

We can only handshake when it’s coming.
And handshake with them, when it’s gone.

Thousand years won’t save your life
There’s only thousand of circles.
But, thousand of ways still remains for us.
Like eternal variations of the cosmos.

We can only handshake when it’s coming.
And handshake with them, when it’s gone.

We can never reach to ourselves for now
We can never reach to ourselves for now

Don’t know if it just coming or gone.