Lack of strength can't stop me.
A little bit more, I just have to go a little bit further.
It's time to stop, look back; no more doubts, no more steps.
And for sure, what will I get?
Silence, peace, stillness, it's not so bad, when you're tired.
The cold breeze shivers my body, my back is cold.
What is this forest? Can a forest that big exist?
I close my eyes between seconds, if it weren't for the pain in my feet and knees, seeing the tops of the trees and the path that is still missing, I would think that all the steps I have taken were just a bad passing dream.
I have little strength left, I get up, stagger and...
Steps, steps, steps, what else do we have left? As long as there is life, we can only move forward.
Steps, steps and steps. But in this forest there are trees like there are fish in the sea.