These worldly-wise rails
These stations, this seaport
This departing steamboat
With people or empty
Who knows how much they know
But they can't tell
Journey to hope never ends
They can't stop it
Feast or mourning
Each arrivals to cities
Endings against fate
Startings
Up hill and down dale, beyond mountains
It overs seas
It bears seeking reasons
for holding life
There is no guide of this road
Who knows what happens
Who deserves punishment
Human being makes law, humans being breaks