This mist is too colorfull, it hurts my eyes,
I lost sense of time in my countless tries.
And it feels so strange, oh so strange,
To see feelings expand this range...
So... Is that where this path leads?
Oh, dear Lord, how sour does it feels,
To be so close now to understand,
Why the initial beliefs are so bland.
Yet it so far away...
...and it's closing in.
Stuck in cold air.