When the world reopens its mind to my season

Don't ask me where I am

Don't even ask if you're moved by the season

Gray obscure feelings

Only I know

Unspeakably filthy

Only I know

If someone asks me—

What was chosen for these seasons

I don't want to reveal this shameful secret to others

He also does not want to reveal his whereabouts to others

Maybe someone else will think—

I'm a loner of eccentrics

But don't think of me like a legend

My unavoidable hibernation

Let me these years

- Covered in rust

After I escaped this situation

I would choose a place far away

You can lick the wound

It is possible to bury this time

It is possible for a person to deeply forget himself

After I got away from this situation and re-entered the outside world

I chose the distance

Half to escape, half to escape

Half for healing

Half of it is to rearm yourself

But I don't know—

What kind of world is in the distance?

Maybe there's a bright warm sunshine there

The season is full of greenery

There is a faint floral scent

Maybe there's nothing there

It's just a wilderness that has been barren for centuries

As my steps approached step by step

The bitter wind will still whistle

Desolation like the howl of a lonely wolf

But I can't take care of it

Just let the footsteps go farther and farther

Just let the chest roll in the chest-

Waves of mixed feelings

Maybe go far

And I collapsed

Maybe I won't be able to go far

There is no more passion and blood in my heart—

Bubbling and flowing

A dusty face

I don't have the opportunity to look at the blue sky in the distance

and it became a desolation of a desolate mound

Really when I choose to be far away

I've been deeply abandoned—

Imagination and watchfulness of solace

Even the dreams that go with me hurt

Although it will hurt too much to sew up

I'm still determined to let myself grow again

I chose the distance

The place where faith can retake root and grow has been chosen

I chose a place where the heart song could be sung loudly again

Although my plan will fall through completely

In the end, they will only be ragged and gray-haired

But I really don't want to—

Stay in the world that has been hurt by yourself

He was angrily revived

Someone pointed at the back on the back

Even if there is only a momentary beauty in the distance

That must be the image of me getting back on my feet

Yes, I'm determined to choose a distant place

Choose a place where faith can retake root and grow

Choose a place where the heartsong can be sung loudly again