The scenery on the street quickly slips away from me
I haven't had time to enjoy it
It's already behind me
I've ignored it. Forgetting
I should applaud it
But the wind keeps coming
It's a winter morning.
I feel the loneliness of ice and fire
This feeling has been forgotten for too long
I have looked for my journey that I gave up
It's not about how beautiful the destination will be
It's not about who will wait
It's about.