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.