Wandering through white sand, In a sad afternoon. With gray clouds, The wind blowing on my face. A fine rain washing my spirit. Looking for that beam of light Cutting through the gloomy sky. Hoping to escape Certain suicide. And if the river seems too deep, I will walk away tonight. And if the Mountain seems too steep, I will walk away tonight. So if my presence is unbearable, I will walk away tonight. But if you had stayed with me forever, We would walk away tonight.