I'm in a swinging chair thinking
of the path I have taken
the guilt that never visited
and the wish to feel greed
I am here singing, the silence I had within
then the wind started humming
of another rhythmic gem
it tells me "hello, I am missing you"
slowly. painted the smile I'm lacking

Finally, everything is ending
finally, I don't think of dying
there are three kinds of treetops
I've been eager to climb
now it's all down to one
because the wind started humming
of another melody
it tells me "hello, you made it through"
"I am proud of you."

I held my sorrows low,
now I'm tearing up the snow
the cold voice I have totted
have now relieved my pain
of the duty of darkness
that I will never forget
when she visits me again
it's a friend in homecoming

Till we meet again
my darkest dreams.