Now, I'm on a great history; the Grand Canyon.
Golden sunshine falls to the red rock from the boundness blue sky.
Smell of soil wafing from clean air.
Then, I lied down on the rocky ground.
I can hear birds singing, the voice of the wind.
Deep breathing, tasting fresh air that containing less oxygan.
Vast the earth, tiny me, here I am.
Golden sunshine falls to the red rock from the boundness blue sky.
Smell of soil wafing from clean air.
Then, I lied down on the rocky ground.
I can hear birds singing, the voice of the wind.
Deep breathing, tasting fresh air that containing less oxygan.
Vast the earth, tiny me, here I am.