The wind is breezing
It's so cold here...

We were eight,
At the time we came...

You and I were never made for each other.
And I refuse to believe that...

The boy came, with no friend
to a strange, new land...

What if I had to die alone yesterday
while I was walking on the path of stray...

In this farewell,
Memory of you is still the only thing I wanna...

God knew,
On that day...