You wander aimlessly through the streets,
Turning right and sometimes left
There's no more forward and no more return
Because there's no one who knows you here
Even if you ask me desperately about the purpose,
And my silence irritates you
I'm afraid I'm not a local,
I'm afraid I'm not a local
You turn about
Because you're lost
You look back
Hope has failed you
You turn about
You've almost lost the battle
I'll stay by your side
And we'll go on the run
Come on, let's go on the run