There’s a gentle wind
blowing from the south.
I can feel the snow
trying to freeze my tired heart.
I’ve survived too many lives...!
There’s a white ghost there
where the blue ocean meets Hell.
I’m not a whole man,
but every piece I’ve lost
lie on distant seas,
like unending promises.
I have died so many times...!
There’s a white ghost there
where a wave can mute the bells.
Sailing while my soul is unable to fly;
I search for a shadow that spreads in the night.
Who swore to hunt dreams until the end of the age?
Who said it is late to feel pain?
Sailing while my soul is unable to fly;
I search for a shadow that spreads in the night.
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