I have become the sheephard and i go
All alone, out of this land
Swing not your whip upon my face
Unless I shall be in bad situation
I have been the snow of yours and I am melting away now
Be not the Sun near me
May I be your river
Do not stand forward the waters of mine
My journey is far-off
See, my beautiful
My time is up, let me go
I have been crying at young age
You are the storm of mine
I tremble as you blow