Dark clouds that shades the sun
And stagnates in dark magenta
A compass has sunk into the sea bed
Storm led a sailor to a lonely island
And settled the maroon to the place

An old man roams a wasteland while having a driftwood stick
The man who feels at a loss - he has nowhere to go
He cannot listen to voices which led a lad anymore
Nothing is left here for him to live

Merciless wind of the godforsaken place is
Whispering the forlorn refrain which feels at a loss
The blustering black waves at the bass of dark clouds
Drifted to here the sailor who sinks into disappointment

As if it laughs at the lonesome fate,
Bleak wind blows the man who sat down on a hill
The man looked lamely the back of distant ocean
He despairs of his fate and was keeping taciturnity

Beyond my retirement ground which time stood still
Psychogenic mirage of reminiscences drawed the background
His faults and their smiles that hovers and disappears
He reaches out the past that never touches anymore

Phantasms of reminiscence that hovers and disappears
Aging tears flowing from wizened eyes
The man stands still in the suspicious silence
And is reading out poems of lost time

As if it laughs at the lonesome fate,
Bleak wind blows the man who sat down on a hill
The man looked lamely the back of distant ocean
He despairs of his fate and was keeping taciturnity

"If I become a fishy stone that
Never falls down by driving wind
Then I may have days that
Count the time without feel any pain"

" They are dead to all feeling
And are standing still while sinks into sand and soil
Unrelenting wind which convulses this hairs
The wounded defeated soldier can't bear to it"

Gray hued sky resonates low growls
And alights onto this area where grief sleeps
He falls on his knees by despairs and disappointments
And unlearns pries, and is keeping taciturnity

And unlearns remembering... And assuages inner voices...

Gray hued sky resonates low growls
And alights onto this area where grief sleeps
He falls on his knees by despairs and disappointments
And unlearns pries, and is keeping taciturnity

Beyond my retirement ground which time stood still
Psychogenic mirage of reminiscences drawed the background
His faults and their smiles that hovers and disappears
He reaches out the past that never touches anymore

Phantasms of reminiscence that hovers and disappears
Aging tears flowing from wizened eyes
The man stands still in the suspicious silence
And is reading out poems of lost time