white ground spread as long as your eyes reach the edge
sparkle when the dark of the night fall fast
these eyes blind with no scenery but black or white
as the dark who oppose the light
it could never ever to be together

when the snow fall with the melody of violin
and the pianist sit and start to play
this white ground seems to cry
the silent sleep when the thunder scream

with opened arms
God smile to us
the angels show the way to come home
safe home and the last place to rest