will you carry my troubles on your breeze.
For I am as Atlas with a weight on my heart,
an overwhelming eagerness to please.
Crimson wind to which I am so devout,
will you blow away my dying soul.
For it is a burden and weight on my heart,
consuming my energy and taking its toll.
Crimson wind of which I am so envious,
will you take my body and my heart.
For a journey with you would be as heaven,
giving my life a fresh new start.