A Dream, Grudges and Wrongs Drift Away on the Wind

Through the clouds and into the wind,

Carrying dust from head to toe.

My heart is wounded, my feelings cold, my tears dried up.

Whether sorrow or joy,

Who can know what fate has in store?

A dream of rights and wrongs, of love and hate,

Drifting away with the wind.

I've seen indifferent eyes,

I've loved someone I was destined never to have.

Only then did I learn that the ways of the world are never worth asking about.

The blood in my heart boils,

Yet the years have carved their scars.

When I look back, the sky is already dusk. Who cares about me?