Heavy steps seem corpes at cemetery.
Wet shirts seem to speak
about my broken dream.
How long does the body there have to run?
How long does the sun have to set?
How many have to pass through the street
if I could walk on the
dawning street with rising sun?
You gave a strong power to me.
You are the best father.
You gave a strong mind to me.
You are the best mother.
This would be my fate.
Nevertheless,
I'll walk on the street today as well.
Nevertheless,
I'll dust off my dirty work shirt as well.
The boy's legs never stop.