The most loyal amaranth old horse
With your confident rose crown.
Light your ideal flame
Gathered in the distant lost crowd.
Draw your purest feather.
Please open your quiet eyes.
There is still a solid land under your feet.
The sky is still colorful.
Don't treat the freshness of parting as a strange fragrance.
Dreams begin with tidal agitation.
Finally, as silent as a grave.
Under the gorgeous starry sky in the distance
You can't sing sweet songs.
Because you have a tone that you have no choice.
You will never wear shoes from your hometown again.
Because hypocrisy is a greedy servant.
And you are the master of greed.
Fanatical dreams are only accompanied by genius.
Utopia can only sympathize with good nights.
In the nest where the swallow doesn't want to live
You are waving the flame of fate.
You regard the vulgar things that everyone has as sacrifices to God.
I also want to find peace on the scattered petals.
Think of your hometown that you left silently.
There will be a reason for you to leave.
How can you seek freedom with ideals?
Freedom does not make rational choices for ideals.
Distance is not a garden where freedom and ideal inhabit.
Just some trivial decorations in the imprint of your life.
Your diligence can make the calm sea rough.
A temple by the sea may not necessarily produce lotus flowers.
You didn't think about anything.
Only the wrinkles outlined by boring lines
Life makes you too late to understand the meaning of life.
Only kindness and perception can save your running life.
Wake up and put on the clothes sewn by mom.
The forces of nature can't make you squander.
Listen to your smile in the morning microwave when birds are singing.
Go to the sun to bathe your ordinary and melt in the darkness.
Even if your body has rotted, only your back is left.
As long as there is sincerity in all kinds of desires that tempt you day and night.
There is no ocean of despair in life.
It's just that most of the ideals flow under your knees.
You can't get rid of the crowded road.
How to cross the desert and convert to purity?
Unload the heavy dreams on your shoulders.
Hold on tight with your slender arms
You tried to break free from the chains that were struck by the fire hammer.
But living on a fragile wooden boat
The distance is not the palace of truth.
What's the harm in abandoning it?
With your young life and delicate love
Save your tears harvested in the dark.
Expose your scar to the sun.
Summarize the gifts that life brings you.
The soul is a sacred object that needs beating.
You still have to find your own trajectory.
You are just an ideal singer in your hometown.
In the distance, you become the enemy of your body.