R e c o r d i n g S u p e r v i s o r : jixwang

In that labyrinth of overgrowth

The paths are lined now with withered blooms

Lost my way in the frosted moon

Left astray , I chase down a forgotten trail

Down the lost trail , we found

Every ending leads to a new memory

Through the void , we learn now

Every scar marks the rebirth of me