it's okay that your life is so vain it's okay that your age isn't long so long as in morning sunlight dressed, you'll be lightly walking in this world and it's light and nothing is a burden it's all even to your heart and soul that is why you're walking like a foreigner foreigner, and that is really all it's okay that Heaven has forsaken lighting up at nights our thorny path it's okay, it all still might come back suddenly it all comes back somedays just sometimes it seems so ever strange: never caring for a price or worth, to be foreigner in every place the eternal Foreigner on Earth
