My heart is full of joy
The ravaging winds of snow storms,
The frost bite,
They no longer plague me.

But then again another ails my heart.
Am I to carry this victory flag by my lonely self ?
Do I truly walk this path alone ?

Not a single soul along the road,
Only deceiving faces and lost souls.
I've walked the lands in the summer for a long time,
Yet no one proves to be on the same road as I.

The burden is heaviest when no one is there to share it with
And a road is loneliest when there is no one to walk it with
When no one understands the pain,endurance is hardest.

The realization of that path that must be taken tends to be a source of grief,
When everyone else sees a different picture,
To be different is a lonely state

I still watch the stars...