I'm still looking
the exit of this maze.
I'm still searching
in the clear that they say.
But how can i help myself
if i can't manage to escape?
The vines that strangle,
wolves that tattered,
ocean that drown,
tundra that froze,
and drought that dried
my heart, body, everything.
Beacause of her
I've lost in the woods.
Until now,
I'm still searching
in the clear that they say.