When hopelessness creeps into you mind, When the weary spirit doesn't know where to turn first Up to the surface rises whatever I've loved Though air-tightly locked against the outer world I'm full of illusions, I don't realize the time I spent with searching ....
In the pace of the tide going to and fro I am the blind without a stick and black glasses All around seems vain and foolish When the waves grow and the wind keeps wailing On the wings of a seagull setting me free.
In the rush of surreal sensation I fly higher I may even touch the glow of stars painlessly I'll be forced to carry my cross again Though its weight is intangible 'cause I know All bad turns out good on the way to innocence.