The lyrics of dancing in the mist

The first time I left my room

Fall in love with the days of dancing in the mist

But the days will come to an end and the feet will be mottled

But the wind blows your steps

I stretched my fingers and went into the bleached forest

Trees become paper, soul becomes word

When you describe it clearly, you create another one

Angel about to escape

Stage becomes paper, body becomes word

It's also a poem to leave through your eyes

Come on, dance in the fog

Every minute and every second is history