"How are you feeling?" I ask myself
Still remember the beginning of the journey?
I pray for the way I've chosen to be right
I've heard many kinds of footsteps
Many of them pile up and are far away
Loneliness can be forgotten, it's a cycle
The rising days are the same no matter how the night was spent
The hand made map I've torn apart on the way searching for my place.
Put the non moving compass on one hand
and fixing the hazy day.
What am I doing in the world with out you
Knowing that I'm losing the way but pretending that I'm not
"How are you feeling?" I ask you, who is not here.
Can the voices reach us on our ways apart?
Warmth was forgotten 'cos it's getting colder little by little.
Would I recall the night I spent?
Waved my hand hard and cried GOODBYE as you turned your back.
What would the face be like when I open the blue print of my place.
This is the world I want and I start walking now.
I pray for the end of this clumsy voyage to be right.
Time has stopped since that day that your back faded away.
Ahh...lost man come to your senses.
Its name is the memory,the picture that we politely cut out
Waving my hand hard that day as you turned your back.
The place that tells GOODBYE, the compass starts moving.
Let's go lost man
put the spot on the torn apart hand made map, I am here.
Stolen legs are the start of the first step, here is the beginning.
I would come to see you if the world would have forgotten you.
At the wrong ending of the journey
I would pray for it to be right
I would pray for our reunion.
Translation by Marrin.
