The south wind is blowing
while making sure of a chain of the life
Hope and a lot of dismay
The memory of our several thousand years flies in the sky
There is existence knowing that nobody knows
While he seals it by words
and continued watching our roads ahead calmly
The future vision which somebody asks
It is not allowed to hand down all
I leave the earth little by little
It of a dream and the real interval
Like a flight of the fascination
It charms me of the moment of waking up...