Walk, feel.
And love, hate,
A trial or a failure?
In the pain of love and hate that cut through flesh
Swallowing tears during the enduring hours
But no matter how painful it is,
Still, the fact that I live here
There is no excuse.
Anyway, it must keep going
It is only my life.
Walking ahead, walking behind
On a stage with no audience
Compared to the lead role in a third-rate play with no facts,
As the protagonist of my small life where you are
Now, I want to start Act 2.
Even in the face of a life of tragedy,
After the gray winter passes,
Warm spring light opens
Again, the Sarr River flows
The heart of love rises with excitement.
No longer weighing loneliness
Without a beginning, without an end
Living by clutching longing
Rather than a single heart, like the wind,
I will trust and follow the reality before me.
Even if it’s a cabin in the forest,
Only you who are together are lucky
I vow that this is the end of happiness.
Because you are there
I just live and love…