the word i like .

The place changes and goes
Like wind Like clouds
Like the traces of the heart , no halt at the places
The place is so far away , be far apart
People's hand does not reach , so merely has the worship
The place is a lofty lord , can't meet nobody put on
We will lose the place , so lofty which changes
Not all were desired .
However , we're never sad
Still there is still the place , far away , far away
The place buried in deep snow
Like the collapsing castle
Like the head of the shade , figure will be thrown away
The hut buried in deep snow .
It sinks in to the flood
And the ' not dyeing ' is dyed out , and waits for a oppose one .
The place is a lofty lord . can't meet nobody put on
Still there is still the place , far away , far away