Driving through the water,
But everything I've been through in my life,
Melt in the painful landscape,
My couple,
Feet are covered with thick cocoons,
Mine,
A face covered with wind and frost,
Wandering on the edge of blood and tears,
But I know,
My sadness, my pain,
I don't know,
Water is unknown,
Although my collar
Polished into messy fluff by years,
Even though my hair is twisted.
Has been washed away by the cruel snow. Poor White,
My pain,
Still no one knows,
So,
My deep red blood spilled on
-On the rough road,
I died young. Love is crushed.
-In the biting rain,
I carved my name on it.
Waiting for the sand of the lost years,
And I,
Or forgotten on a busy street corner.
I heard it,
Then from the ocean of youth,
floating
The cold night wind,
I saw it,
Then from years of mire,
extractive
Damaged grass buds.
I pour into the whirlpool of memories,
Die in the countercurrent of missing.
Behind me,
like fallen flowers carried away by the flowing water ...