Far away has nothing but far away.
Distant highland barley land
Only highland barley
The farther away, the more lonely.
Far away, nothing but far away.
Then the stone.
Fly to me
Blood grows out of stones.
Stones grow from Seven Sisters.
Standing on the barren grassland
I was far away at that time.
I was free and poor then.
These untouchable sisters
This untouchable blood
These unattainable happiness.
How painful is happiness in the distance?