Lyrics Once Upon a Winter - Harakiri for the Sky
                                                To 
                                                become 
                                                spring, 
                                                accept 
                                                the 
                                                risk 
                                                of 
                                                winter
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                become 
                                                presence, 
                                                accept 
                                                the 
                                                risk 
                                                of 
                                                absence
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                city, 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                shouldn't 
                                                be 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                we 
                                                searched 
                                                for 
                                                flowers 
                                                and 
                                                found 
                                                nothing 
                                                but 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                this 
                                                city 
                                                of 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                has 
                                                gone 
                                                into 
                                                mourning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                beating 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                with 
                                                undercurrent 
                                                of 
                                                woe
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                mountains
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                always 
                                                did 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                mountains
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                always 
                                                will 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                were 
                                                my 
                                                first 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                they 
                                                end, 
                                                    I 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bury 
                                                me 
                                                deep 
                                                inside 
                                                their 
                                                womb
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                only 
                                                place 
                                                    I 
                                                ever 
                                                felt 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                home 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                just 
                                                the 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                born
 
                                    
                                
                                                Also 
                                                the 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                buried
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                place 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                pines 
                                                where 
                                                distance 
                                                has 
                                                no 
                                                meaning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                we 
                                                still 
                                                sing 
                                                those 
                                                sold 
                                                songs 
                                                that 
                                                remind 
                                                us 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                torn 
                                                between 
                                                nostalgia 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                familiar
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                an 
                                                urge 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                foreign 
                                                and 
                                                strange
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                tied 
                                                to 
                                                bridges 
                                                that 
                                                cave 
                                                in 
                                                or 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sometimes 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                homesick 
                                                most
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                places 
                                                we 
                                                have 
                                                never 
                                                known
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                was 
                                                merciful
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wash 
                                                me 
                                                away 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                silencing 
                                                shores
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                was 
                                                merciful
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                merciful 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                morning 
                                                in 
                                                winter
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                dear, 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                cut 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                can't 
                                                keep 
                                                spring 
                                                from 
                                                rising
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                strange 
                                                why 
                                                autumn 
                                                is 
                                                so 
                                                beautiful
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yet 
                                                everything 
                                                starves, 
                                                everything 
                                                dies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everything 
                                                dies
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                home 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                just 
                                                the 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                born
 
                                    
                                
                                                Also 
                                                the 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                buried
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                place 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                pines 
                                                where 
                                                distance 
                                                has 
                                                no 
                                                meaning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                we 
                                                still 
                                                sing 
                                                those 
                                                old 
                                                songs 
                                                that 
                                                reminds 
                                                us 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                though 
                                                I'm 
                                                often 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                depths 
                                                of 
                                                misery
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                still 
                                                calmness, 
                                                there's 
                                                still 
                                                music 
                                                inside 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                wish 
                                                Decembers 
                                                would 
                                                wipe 
                                                memories 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                they 
                                                mercilessly 
                                                wiped 
                                                away 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                was 
                                                merciful
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wash 
                                                me 
                                                away 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                silencing 
                                                shores
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                was 
                                                merciful
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                merciful 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                morning 
                                                in 
                                                winter
 
                                    
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