I can only persist on making you believe
The one who did love you
Is exactly me
Away from you, far away
Away from the noisy crowds
I, hope you to be
Lover of a wandering singer
I can only persist on making you trust me
Someone always holds my hand and lets me follow you
Behind you
It's the remote desolate land as legends say
May you be minstrelled with your love through all seasons
I hate myself not able to give my own life to my lover
I hate myself not able to bring a melody of happiness
I can give you nothing but a tiny loft
A window facing north
For you to see the constellations
I can only persist on making you believe
The one who did love you
Is exactly me
I can only persist on making you trust me
Someone always holds my hand and let me follow you
Behind you
It's the remote desolate land as legends say
May you be minstrelled with your love through all seasons
I hate myself not able to give my own life to my lover
I hate myself not able to bring a melody of happiness
I can give you nothing but a tiny loft
A window facing north
For you to see the constellations
A window facing north
For you to see the constellations