Winter Winds -

Freezing below a cold black sun

As I gaze at the horizon

I try to find my own footsteps

I’m lost in the desert white

Little bushes seem to stand so kindly

Drawing a shining direction

Gentle fellows of my painful trip

How I wish they could sing

Now I’m seeking tomorrows

As I did it before for times and times

And I just don’t know how

But I’m sure I’m stepping in my lands

Must be winter winds

Dying for a friendly face

How I’m feeling so lonely

Getting near but feeling so far

Missing my family

My knowledge the one I trust

Still remains my last treasure

I can hear my instinct telling me

If I stop I will die