the darkness was my home
and again I returned here,
but this time it's familiar
and i ain't scared anymore.

the sun called the snow cold
but snow melted in the presence of sun

We'll be destroyed by our own thoughts ,
So sometimes it's better to stare at abyss.

I don't have wings
But I wanna know the feeling when a bird flies.
On the first day of spring ,
I wanna free myself from all the ties.
Migrating from one place to another,
The places I have been having my worn out feather.
My destination is nowhere ,
I just want to explore.
Not interested in knowing anyone,
I wanna know myself little more.
Thinking about bad weather can stop me from flying ,
I trust my feather and I can't stop trying.
One day I will fall and I want to fall like a feather.
Not too early ,
Swinging in the mid air with feathers altogether.