In the cold breeze.
That I walk alone,
The memories ... the generation burnt within me.
There , forever...
Since I cried the pain and sorrow.
I live and die.
Proud of my people gaining.
I'm here standing on the edge.
And staring up at where the moon should be.
No regret because I have got nothing to loose.
So, I'm going to live my life as I choose.
Until I fall...