Fly

I'm running through the snow again
When will spring come again?
I need the bloom

I followed every winding road and the path it took me to

Falling back to her would be easy to do
But I must fly, fly away from her

Now I don't look back in anger, do you?
Falling back to her would be easy to do
I must fly, fly away from you
I'm packing up my things again, when will the movement end?
This chapter is through

I followed every winding road and the path it took me to
No I don't look back in anger, do you?

Falling back to her would be easy to do
But I must fly, fly away from her