In my world

The shadow sun raised,
the death trees become out of stone.
A freezing wind,
shows me the way back home.

Time keeps moving,
but everything stays the same.
The cruelty of a frozen environment,
nothing is different at the end.

The seventh moon shines,
blue birds fly through the sky.
I keep walking,
and wondering why.

Time keeps moving,
but everything stays the same.
The cruelty of a frozen environment,
nothing is different at the end.