Walking in the woods.
Walking in the woods
I let myself lost.
Lost from all the perfections.
Lost from all the duties.
Lost from hustles and bustles.
Return? No, I don't want to!
Here it feels alive.
In the woods, in the fog
still making everything clear.
Walking in the woods,
I let myself lost.
I wonder by my thoughts,
Where I had been?
Talks to me the silence of the night,
and whispers the shining moon.
Oh! I let myself lost,
walking in the woods...