We love sunshine, we love rainbows, we love falling in love, we love seeing flowers bloom in our lives
But after the heavy rain, there is no sunshine or rainbow. I cry and feel sad but can't see flowers or my lover.
I'm asking why life has so many ups and downs, so much loss, and so much loneliness.
Why do we clearly love but we can't feel the love?
Why do cities made of reinforced concrete feel so cool in the hot summer?
What I'm waiting for, I don't know,
There is still a road at the end of the road, and there are still mountains on the other side of the mountain.
We are waiting, we are carrying our bags again
Just for the ignorant longing, just for the young promise
Even if it's freezing cold, even if the horse dies in the distance...