I don't know anyone For many years,
I looked for them and had to hide.
I don't understand them? Or do I understand
Too much? These rough bodies and bones
In public, once gathered by enthusiastic people,
Encounter a little weak elasticity
In contrast, it will suddenly break.
It will make it easier for me to die in the legend.
Got it. I came back to life from them,
Strong and lonely friends,
As if from a hidden spring.
Come to the river that spews out but has no pulse.
I don't know anything about rivers. Wandering in a hurry
From the source to the ocean, busy and leisurely,
They are indispensable for manufacturing or agriculture;
The source is commitment, and the ocean is realized.
The amorphous ocean is vague and eternal.
Like in the distant future.
Sleeping in possible life forms
In a dreamless dream, useless, unconscious,
Instantly reflect the thoughts of the gods.
That will exist one day.
Dream your dreams, my impossible friend.
I don't understand people. But my inner answer,
Say I will understand you, just as I do.
Animals, leaves and stones,
A faithful partner who is always silent.
Everything in this life is a matter of time,
Time is long and wide.
You can't compete with another person with poor rhythm.
Our brief and weak deaths coincide.
If human time and god's time
Similarly, this tone that started my inner rhythm,
Will sing with your tone,
Leave an echo in the silent audience.
However, I don't care that no one knows.
Between these almost contemporary institutions,
They don't live like me.
This comes from the body of the crazy land.
Strive to become wings and reach the wall of space.
It is that wall that separates my years from your future.
I just hope my hand can touch another friendly hand,
Another pair of eyes share what I see in my eyes.
Although you don't know what kind of love I have today.
In the white abyss of future time
Look for the shadow of your soul and learn from it.
Set my passion with new standards.
Now, people have classified me.
According to their standards and deadlines,
Some people think I'm cold, others think I'm strange,
Found in my deadly trembling
Memory of death. They will never understand my language.
If one day you sing about the world, it's all for love.
I can't tell you how I fought.
Just because I said no
Death and silence are with me, like echoes.
Running towards you, like fuzzy music.
Recall past storms from the quiet air.
You don't know how I tame fear.
In order to make my voice my courage,
Forget the futile misfortune.
They breed everywhere and foolishly enjoy themselves.