I see flowers in the dream The fragrance flowing everywhere I trace after it without stop Until I come to a place without notice
The buildings here are so silly People are all very busy Many children are crying at the roadside An old waste picker smiles at me
I ask the old man why the children crying And why I can’t smell the fragrance any more I ask the old man why I’m here Why you are here and why we meet
The old waste picker doesn’t answer me Waving his hand and smiling, let me follow him I can’t help myself following him The wind flickers with the crying sound
A long journey, feeling chains on my feet Heavy sins grow along the road Closing eyes after a long time Only a stone left when open my eyes
I can’t move
Oh...cramping legs, ice-cold, no way to go Oh...cramping hands, zigzag, can’t go back Oh...cramping head, fantasying, where I am Oh...on the stone deeply carving my name My name, your name, oh....whose name
I see flowers in the dream The fragrance flowing everywhere I trace after it without stop Until I come to a place without notice
The buildings here are so silly People are all very busy Many children are crying at the roadside An old waste picker smiles at me
I ask the old man why the children crying And why I can’t smell the fragrance any more I ask the old man why I’m here Why you are here and why we meet
The old waste picker doesn’t answer me Waving his hand and smiling, let me follow him I can’t help myself following him The wind flickers with the crying sound
A long journey, feeling chains on my feet Heavy sins grow along the road Closing eyes after a long time Only a stone left when open my eyes
I can’t move
Oh...cramping legs, ice-cold, no way to go Oh...cramping hands, zigzag, can’t go back Oh...cramping head, fantasying, where I am Oh...on the stone deeply carving my name My name, your name, oh....whose name
