Dark and cool was the path.
Memories of the good times of the past keep me wrath
but they soon became heavy.
Every step was painful, every glance to the front was a torture.
Looking forward was the right thing to do even for more painful as it is.
I keep going ahead alone in the cool even with light around me
I could not see them anymore.
Little by little the darkness took me deep down inside me where I only found
As I set off in my journey I saw your faint figure in the distant,
a bare memory of your past self,
and a cruel omen for the dark future that waits.
As I fight shadows within myself my will shivers between fights.
Fault words and dark figures haunt me in the night
went I try to get those warm memories of you in the hill of our home.
The home that was lost, the dream that was broke
and the life that must be safe.
My journey continues and I press on.