A girl with a scythe points the way to a girl with a satchelA girl with a scythe points the way to a girl with a satchel
A lot of thoughts in my head is the way to burningA lot of thoughts in my head is the way to burning
The sun's rays making their way through the trees in the forestThe sun's rays making their way through the trees in the forest
The light makes its way through the trees in the forestThe light makes its way through the trees in the forest
Winter dawn in gorakhi the river making its way through the snowWinter dawn in gorakhi the river making its way through the snow
Sunlight making its way through the crowns of treesSunlight making its way through the crowns of trees