In a pathway out of sight...
Where There's no shine or moonlight...
Seeking to find some sort of strenght...
Like the wings made of sparkling bright

Listen the quavering of the leaves
surrounded by their tiny veins
They are waiting for the cold fall
with their hopeless after all

Unite that noisy whispers together
Solve this riddle for your own order
Still if you feel like a stranger
You must know just you are a passenger

when you refuse to stay here
all of your fears will disappear