It's as though I am invisible
Walking through the world...

It's four o'clock on Friday morning
The snow is falling softly, covering the street...

Snow is falling on my shoulder
Feeling lonely and colder...

It was a lonely end of December
On the destroyed fire burned the embers...

Three trees appeared on the hill
Three shadows moving in the wind...

Everyday I wake up to the same sky
Wishing one day those clouds will pass by...

Walking down the bank
Sun shining in the distance...

Flowing down the stream
Hoping to one day reach a river...

I must admit it really does hurt
I just want you to not realise how much...

What did you need to say?
I'll tell you later today...

Archery, treachery and deceit
The legend of the past...

I won't forget
The times we shared...