Like sand, like drizzleThe midday sun shines on meMy arrow of rejection goes through the cloudsHits the sky and drops it »With my eyes closed, I see mustard flowers, a sad memory »Ridiculous sentimentNow I lookIt doesn’t matter whether I see it or notThe world in front of me is in a sandstormUnder flowing and vanishing scattered cloudsIn a shadow of a building, in a piercing autumn windI stand there humming »Is it sweet?Is it bitter?Is it warm?Is it cold? »Voice, do not feel ashamedVoice, do not hesitateGet right under the sun!I’ll just ramble till somedayI greet lazy darknessWith a subtle smileAlways, there’s a ringingSuddenly it awakes meIt is a voice without a voiceA song without a songIt doesn’t matter whether I see it or notThe world in front of me is in a sandstormUnder flowing and vanishing cloudsIn a shadow of a building, in a cruel autumn windI stand there humming(I don’t even need words)