Not in this world

As we walk through these narrow trails in hills,
I’d like to believe that I’m not in this world.

As the cold wind hits my face and blows your hair,
I’d like to believe we’re lost somewhere so far.

We gain height slowly, as we climb swiftly,
With your face glowing brightly, amidst this green cover.

Stopping at the bends, tenting at daybreaks,
I’d like to believe we’re not in this world.

Dreaming. Eternally.

I’ve been, Oh I’ve been, always walking,
Imagining you in place of my shadow.

While I’m alone, lost in my thoughts,
I keep walking, with my fingers gently wrapping yours,
I’ll never let them go.

The dead autumn leaves, silence my footsteps,
But I still hear yours, walking beside me.

Those snow peaks are so far from me
But I’d like to believe I can just go and touch them.

I maybe far from you, as I’ve been always.
But I’m with you everytime you fall asleep.

And as we walk through these narrow trails in hills,
I’d like to believe we’re lost in this world.

Wandering. Eternally.

I’ve been, Oh I’ve been never alone,
Your touch on my hand has always been with me.

Wherever I go, I carry you within my heart,
As I keep walking with my fingers gently wrapping yours.
And I’ll never let them go.

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