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