The child who fell along the road
Tossing and turning in the dust
Trying to forget what is right and wrong
And who is the right and wrong
All previous debts have been paid
Someone says he deserves this
Yet scared to be swallowed in the light
His doubts are always there
What are left to wait for
The passers-by pretend to ignore him
He knows that all of them live in a state of lifelessness
Trying to make up for wrong doings
It takes time to pay for it all
Whose youth is the debt owed?
Still remember in the early years
But now he can no longer bear to fail
Not able to see his appearance
Hidden in the dreams of the night and quietly forgetting the pain
Unfortunately he wakes up and has to bear this pain
Where is the edge of the world
A broken heart is yet still unsatisfied
Just like a burning butterfly
What were not understood have been understood
What were not abandoned have been abandoned
What were not memorized have all been taken away