Second time I read this one, after the Portuguese version, and the ending still flips it: a whole piece calling the forest perfect, then asking it for a proper introduction, like someone you meet at the door. Writing your name on a stone there is pure first-day energy.
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Second time I read this one, after the Portuguese version, and the ending still flips it: a whole piece calling the forest perfect, then asking it for a proper introduction, like someone you meet at the door. Writing your name on a stone there is pure…
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You could hear the sound of nature, as if you were in a dream. A rhapsody, a melody, a symphony.
As green as jade, as dense as an ocean. So fabulous for holding such a diverse life in fauna and flora.
Green forest, it's where you find yourself.
Green forest, nature reigns over there.
You could relax your mind, just listening to the wind blowing over there.
Green forest, it's where you find yourself.
Green forest, nature reigns over there.
We need to forget our problems, so let's go to the green forest.
I have some regrets, I will bury them in the green forest.
No ghosts from the past, only birds, felines, intertwined rivers running in opposite directions.
Green forest, it's where you find yourself.
Green forest, nature reigns over there.
This is not just a dream, not just imagination, not a reverie. I could write my name on a stone in the green forest.
No ghosts from the past, only birds, felines, intertwined rivers running in opposite directions.
Green forest, take me there, it's the only place where I want to be.
Green forest, can I get to know you better?
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Second time I read this one, after the Portuguese version, and the ending still flips it: a whole piece calling the forest perfect, then asking it for a proper introduction, like someone you meet at the door. Writing your name on a stone there is pure first-day energy.
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You could hear the sound of nature, as if you were in a dream. A rhapsody, a melody, a symphony.