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
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