More than the wind that passes by here
Glances cross and flee
I often remind myself who I am
I pass the time, I forget myself

More than the wind, rain falls
I take a look, I envy myself
I would spend time over there
Here, my friend
Never responds to my writings

Just an idea passes, which follows me
Just an idea, not what I am
It's just an idea that passes and I run away from

More than the wind charged with enemies
I blow and suffer, I destroy myself
Under my simple fool's gaze
I would spend time with him

More than the wind, debris remains
I smell the scent and all night
It was "I would like to leave far from here"
I pass the time, I forget myself

Just an idea passes, which follows me
Just an idea, not what I am
It's just an idea that passes and I run away from

Just an idea passes, which follows me
Just an idea, not what I am
It's just an idea that passes and I run away from

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