Going against the coiling wind, I'm searching for a lost season Vivid memories stir, though only a little, in the direction that I'm heading toward How many cuts should I repeat? How many fates should I accept? Does it have an end?
You always seem to be running through my body, and overflowing So I won't be scared tomorrow either Because I always feel you in me.
My heart is moistened by your name, which flowed to my dry throat How many cuts should I repeat? How many fates should I accept? Does it have an end?
If I could fly through the sky, like those far away birds I'd always tell you that I love you Because I always feel you in me. You taught me how to love. I feel. I can do anything.