you'll set out towards a bar
by drinking, my lover comes to my mind
if i dry my eyes to be dry
it'll come pouring like the spring flood
where is thoose i love, where is the lover?
the painful trueness makes me cry
the revolt doesnt end, the blames doesnt end
the stones i beat my head to howls
befoe being old, the hair became fade
i want to drag my snow-white hair
people who see but dont know (me), think (im) crazy
they dont know that my incurable wound is bleeding
i search for my arborvitae, my arborvitae search for me
i want to go into the grave before dying