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...