Any summer walk
Through any field
Any meadow
Any forest
With light splatters filtering down
Any street with picket fences
Or brick walls
Anywhere I go
Where I feel like I could dash along the road
In the sun
And it's spring
And I'm happy
And I'm optimistic
And I'm feeling so many different emotions
And the violin is there
It's hitting every note
And I feel so happy
Any late autumn walk
Through any dark city
Through any lake waste
Up any frosted mountain
In any cold weather
With brown leaves swarming the ground
And sinking mud sinking into
Anywhere I go
Where I feel like I could just dash into the afterlife
In the rain
And it's Autumn
And I'm down
And I'm falling
And I'm feeling so many different emotions
And the violin is there
And it's hitting every note
And it strikes a certain part of me
My Achilles heel
Where nothing could ever affect me so much
And I crumble like an ice sculpture
I crack and break so easily
As soon as the strings are grazed against
The violin is there
And it will always tear me apart
In the cold and dark seasons
