On the Hill

Higher, I know I could fly
Deeper, I know I could dive
These are the same stories
Another march of sorrow passes by

Higher, I know I could get
Deeper, I know I could think
These are the lame glories
Another march of hollow passes by

How many stones I have to keep counting on my way?
How long I am going on walking on the rainy and muddy way?

I don't close both of my eyes
I don't stop playing in the sound of the stormy wind
What's left ahead of me?
Somebody tell me

Way to go nowhere to run would find a reason to live
Is it sad?
Is it true?
I see you tomorrow

Can you show me the darkest night?
Can you show me the worst world?
Is it sad?
Is it true?
I see you tomorrow on the hill