Walking on this dirty road,
With my feet like wearing slippers made of stone,
It cramped until my muscles felt numbed,
So I must kneel.
I have to run away,
Go wherever my feet leads me.
But my body couldn't endure pain,
So I must lay.
Rays of the sun flashes into my eyes,
Until it pulled my lids down.
I have to let it be closed,
So I must sleep.
The wind pulsating a cold breeze,
As I was exposed to this open ground,
It slows down the beating of my heart,
So I must pray.
I had passed this earth not for a long time,
Needed everything, frustrated and succeeded.
The whirlpool of life drowned me,
Leading me to a world dark and lonely,
So I must rest