There's nothing to obstruct the vast, boundless wilderness.
Moreover, do you have any thoughts that will drag you away?
I dream of tomorrow again, but today passes and becomes today.
There are many things I hold in my hands, but there are only a few things I take with me.

Give me your unnecessary tears, give them only to those who leave
A smug poem full of ideals and dreams
Applause and tears don't suit you, blowing air is just right
Please make that my grave marker.

Leave the flowers you hold to the wind, and the wildflower seeds will fly
When it rains, I happily sleep with dead insects and become dirt.

become the ground that someone tramples on