This iron fait accompli is so cold that it stops all imagination
Don't know where you went, don't know where you're going, and now you're feeling blue
Why are the trees all over the mountain so determined to grow year after year, year after year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, standing firm and growing firm
Plain old, the same plain to die, and inadvertently, from the soil out of the new branches,
Why are the stars in the night sky so firm, watching generation after generation of birth and death, witnessing all the changes,
Eternal and lonely, silent and firm to be looked upon, and to cast light,
I think, I just want to be quiet and like them, natural and firm
What to do, I suddenly miss, alone in the dormitory days, quiet and carefree
Even though people might feel so abandoned
Every day to eat, have to play, play to boring
Oh, it's still boring.
Why, so unhappy, perhaps, is I take pessimistic glasses
This boring and tortured life, always miss my junior high school, so firm faith, although a little ridiculous.
I seem to be fleeing, fleeing to a place where no one, even if not escape to Xanadu, even if escape into the darkness
If only it were dark, I would like to see the moon.