Ghost

I left the road
That I used to get
I got lost again
I got lost again

The forest doesn't look
So beautiful inside
She looks in pain
She looks in pain

But there is a way
Made of gray stones
Steering to the wooden bridge
Passing over the river
That's my plan
Get to the garden
On the other side
Without diving into clear water
The flowers died
When I passed through the gate
There is something wrong,
There is something wrong

Under the vine
She saw me too
She was like a dove,
She was like a dove

And there is a way
Made of gray stones
Steering to the wooden bridge
Passing over the river
I'm still scared
With the things I saw
Because she was beautiful
But killed the garden
I remember of her eyes
And heard her song
She said
That there is a way
Made of gray stones
Steering you where you don't want to go
But how could I know?
What if I leave
From this forest today
I will never leave my way
Again
To a simple garden
To a beautiful garden
For a scary and hidden
Garden