The lost wanderer in the wild hillside
Looks at the sky hoping to find his way
Through the blue night in the cloudy fog
In the scorching sun on the bright yellow day
The hills are high and steep in a row
They hide the sun casting a cold gloom
In the lonely night, he aimlessly strolls
Sniffing the scents of the night blooms
The night is blue and the wind is loud
Whistling in his ears in a melancholic tone
The memories of the past and a place called home
Churns inside while his lonely heart moans
The stars blink at him and tell him old stories
Giving hopes for a better time wrapped in all glories
Twinkle little stars and show him the right way
Until he finally knocks on his front door one day