I was here, in this dark wood
To find the treasure, I believed I could
But after wandering for years alone
In this forest of thorn
Under the sky, whose color so deep
I cannot further hold my weep
Is there anyone to help
Please tell
Can I cross this cruel forest
Or by coming here, I become a bonehead
'cuz if "or" is true,
I want to die
As I cannot handle a hope
That will become a lie
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
I was here, in this dark wood
To find the treasure, I believed I could
But after wandering for years alone
In this forest of thorn
Under the sky, whose color so deep
I cannot further hold my weep
Is there anyone to help
Please tell
Can I cross this cruel forest
Or by coming here, I become a bonehead
'cuz if "or" is true,
I want to die
As I cannot handle a hope
That will become a lie