For me it is pain
Find the color of the rain, great sadness,
The butterfly is finding a festival.
The dew water dries up
The heat of the sun increases slowly
The river dries up inside the chest,
The adventurer died in wailing.
Source
No one knows where life is
Just habit and constant running
It was midnight when the faith broke.
Time is burning little by little
When the lamp goes out, it is very dark.
The boat sails,
The wind comes with opposition.
THE END