Opening your eyes is a powerless struggle...
Crying loudly is a weak resistance...
Little tears flowed down from the sky... Whose tears were those...
Waves of thunder crashed down from the vast sky... Whose voice was that...
Sources of sunlight shine down from the sky... Whose fate is that...
Whose loneliness covers my gorgeous clothes, whose gorgeous clothes cover my shoulders...
The long summer has passed, and the years are quiet...
The flowers covered by the years bloom, and then become blank...
Waiting is the first thing in life...