Heading north
Leaving him in the south
I'm trying to purge it all out;
Seven weeks of mourning,
I needed an upward direction.
The country of the snow
I flew in summer.

Went up the tower,
Saw the biggest star -
The one I thought I'll never hold
But in the end I had to let go,
And so I wandered
Lonely as a cloud
Just so I could escape the busy city's
Monotonous crowd.

North Star, where to look for?
I was dying for him to be replaced
Not by another one who'll love
And leave me empty
Like the vessel I came to be.
But there I was: finding beauty in the ugly
In a not-so admirable beach,
Ghost town at eleven,
I wondered, "How have you been?"

And then...