Print

Without a certain destination, I keep pursuing eastMy own shadow is the only companyI carve the distant voice on my blank mapAs I seek to whom it belongs toWe're destined to go around further, further without endTrying to find the fragment of my herat, I keep wanderingYour singing voice soothes even my dried soulI won't give up finding youWhose smile has burned into my mind... From Letras Mania