The only thing surrounding now,
Are the circular memories that infect your conscience,
They are the make up of your worries, regret, and doubts

Collective portrayal of your person,
Radiates confidence, shine with silence,
And shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me,
With cracked soil and brown leaves,
Floating on a dry lake bed,
With a dry mouth and a foggy head,
Waiting for the snow

But, when the water comes,
I will overflow, I will overflow
When the water comes, I will overflow

There's one more thing I forgot to tell you:
Worries and doubts will only help aou,
In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me,
With cracked soil and brown leaves,
Floating on a dry lake bed,
With a dry mouth and a foggy head,
Waiting for the snow

But, when the water comes,
I will overflow, I will overflow
When the water comes, I will overflow