My life is not my own.
I live to protect others,
Never caring about myself.
There was a time when I could make
my own choices,
But they hurt more than an eternal scar.
I had to make a fresh start,
Clean as the winter's snow.
I promised the dying winter - no, I promised myself,
Forever binding my life.
The winds of wandering carried me
To the souls that embraced me.
Why do they care? I am not worthy.
Why does the fragrance of the God's valley
linger, caressing my soul?
It does not know of the snow.
There can be no peace with the past.
My life is not my own...