The mountain sky gives me sorrow
As in the clouds I see my late friends
Standing on the peak, calling out
And the echoes follow me home

This thing called living...
It's simply walking alone, carrying the memories
Up this mountain road to which we will never return

* Come, let's walk this long, long journey
With our pain and our tears
To the other side of that distant shining ridge
Where warm light is waiting...

Everyone goes a different route
Yet they aim for the same place
What waits for us there
Nobody really knows

When they're tired...
Coming and going, people connect in order to find love
Like sheep that are lost, they flock and walk on

But now in lonely silence I will climb
Without turning a blind eye to my faults
I'm not simply aiming for that high peak
It's for making use of my life

* repeat