The sound of the wind is in my ears.
this time
It's a little different from the past
Like a long-awaited cry
It's not mom's anxious call.
It looks like a million horses.
The sound was mixed with flying sand and hit the rock wall.
Mix with the sheep and stay away from the cage
There is a child crying.
There is an old man whispering.
Vaguely
They told their pain in tears.
Because mom is missing.
this time
It's a little different from the past
The river is singing.
It's despair in sadness.
Or the joy of satisfaction
None of this has anything to do with it.
Right here in this land.
She blends the essence into her blood and breathes fragrance.
this time
It's really a little different from before.
Looking for a soft stone
Put it in your hand.
Take it and keep running.
Along the flat mountain road
Find a stumbling block to the river
Wrinkles clearly carved in the stone.
Keep running
In the cry of the old man
Until that voice becomes
Mother's smile when she came back.
I have been running.
On this endless mountain top