In your silence, buried are our high-octave youth and ideals on the horizon.
Many years later, we walked on the ancient roads at dusk, we shuttled through the city with swaying lights, we ate, drank, whored, gambled, cheated, lived and died.
Throw away the last ideal ticket stub and board the front of the despicable life as a father, mother and wife. After holding on to the wall and vomiting the last bit of strong alcohol in our stomachs, we prayed for the last time in the wind——
May youth be eternal and may you be silent forever.