Injuries that thou had left

Spreaded over the entire of my soul now

There’s no happiness anymore

Just my tears flowed out infinitely

By means of the gentle breeze

My Mother advised me

She sent me her sweet utterance

"Son

Don’t cry

Son

Don’t let your injuries spread over and your

tears flow out

It will recover by the miracle

You can pass it all, really

Son

Just breathe in and close your eye

Feel it and be habit

One thing you have to know is how cruel the

universe is."