I cry out secretly at nights
I speak language of destiny very well
My year has been full of grief
You turn me to stone mill
Even if I breath, i am dead
I am not myself , I am like crazy
I'm like fallen willow branches into the water
You turn my homeland to a dream
one day I am here , one day I am homesick
you turn my heart to the nomadic birds
While I say thank goodness I finished homesickness
You spin my way back to the beginning
Curse you, Oh cruel fate
You spin the wheel of my life for nothing