Music, Lyrics and Arrangement by Olivier Cong
In winter times, the days seem brighter than usual.
Brother cold, comes sweeping the warmth off our skin
But we, we are burning on the inside
Curious of where this path might take us
We waited in the woods, in search for the wisdom
Aren't we all lost souls, with plenty of freedom?
But time, time is only an idol
I am twenty-one but not twenty-one
The woods have no ending
The woods have no meaning
So let's leave this hollow
And farewell tomorrow
In winter times, the days seem brighter than usual.
江逸天