Like the blossoms born
in springtime fervor
passing in transient haste
Like the will-o'-wisps dance
on the moors of surrender
I'm lost in the fogs of the past

With a yearning that calls
to the flame sprung from summer
I struggle to banish the frost
But the cold wind that blows
from the fields of forever
Tells me I'm already lost

Shadows, calling
Remind me of how to survive
Memories, guide me,
Beckon to days far away
Fire inside me
Rise from the ashes again
Love so near me
Redeem this lost ghost in the fog