Back of the mountains

Lies the lovely spirit, a new world, a new horizon, new people.

I wish to see that day when I am seeing nations after nations.

A mountain rising, a beautiful tower, what else can I wish for.

Port to port, seashore to seashore, my heart desires to travel them all.

At the back of the mountains lost things are found.

I wonder if it’s true, that we’re just living in one places, where spaces doesn’t really exist.

At the back of those mountains makes my world a parallel universe.

I may not see it, but I can feel it. Somewhere I existed, in the world that I cannot see.

A clone of me, probably a new me, at the back of the mountain, my lost self was found.

This is a big world, if you think this is the end. There’s more beyond what you cannot see.

A beautiful me, facing in front of me, someone I fail to see.

But now it’s dancing with me, there’s no other way but to see her happy.

In this new world, I am a reflection of you. At the back of the mountains is where I must be.

My heart belongs to those who will recognize me. At the back of the mountains, a one big ocean, full of little islands.

Shore after shore, rest house after rest house. There lived a lot of people. At the back of the mountains is where people lives.

I am just right here, I am not leaving. I am neither lost, you just need to change direction.

At the back of the mountains is where we live. I’ll see you here someday when you are ready.

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