I lived in the land of mist and snow,
Where no person was seen.
From the depth of the sea arose the mortal,
Who painted my house green.

One day I woke up tremored,
which quaked my house from the branch.
I went outside to see what happened,
My house was wrecked by the avalanche.

I kept staring at the scars,
I wrote my pain in a book.
I threw it away on the floor of stars,
And wished someday, I'll have someone to look.

I wonder where that place would be,
Where I will find my life's key.

The place where the unstoppable time would cease,
The place which would bring my mind to peace.

The place where my heart would skip a beat,
Where my soul and me could finally meet.

"What is your dream?" if someone asks,
To find that place will be where the list would start.