We 114, in this corner

In this corner

I'm alone

It's close to hell

Listen to the ghost cry wolf

No one cares-

I'm free to sing here

Sing about the love with the ghost mother

Sing the intimacy with the Yakshas

Dancing with me is the blue-faced fanged demon

When dawn comes

I found myself becoming lonely and lonely

I don't know what to do in the colorful world

I have nothing to do with false relationships

The so-called bright sunshine

It's just—

When it shines on the whole earth

I have deeply neglected that corner of mine

I can't talk to anyone about riches

I can't afford to eat and drink compared to others

I'm just a beggar

Travel through other people's cities

To find the lost self

With the help of a mouthful of leftovers

Continuing my rush

Unkempt image

In the eyes of others

It's so obscene

I don't know where I'm missing

I don't know when I'll find myself

In times of hunger

I still have to go back and forth in the wind and rain

I didn't think anyone would sympathize

Reject disdainful handouts

Even when you're really hungry

I went looking for bark or wild fruits

I'm a beggar

I don't know why I lost myself

When I was tired of looking for myself

I'll go back to my corner

Go back to that corner of hell

Listen to the ghost cry wolf

Sing a love song with the ghost mother

Dancing with me—

And the blue-faced fanged demons

Originally, I was not alone

In such a silent night

Can anyone be like me-

Get out of the dream

Go to a kingdom of your own