Midnight's gloomy forest, it's mighty trees.
The new moon winter bright,
Overspread with phantom light.
Cold winds are knocking at my door.
Should I open?
Welcome to my broken heart, I invite you.
I will show you hidden dreams, just explore.
Dreams that yearn for sunny days.
Dreams that search for hopeful ways.
Realize my deepest dreams!
When the cold winds visit me,
My wishes freeze, illusions flee.
Hopelessness, it fills my soul.
Hopeless ways I'm walking down.