Away from my daily, harsh routine
I seek another life far away
Though my conscience is dead against it,
I give it a try.
With a sharp knife, I cut my heart out
To flee away.
The nature is dry
Trees wrestling with winds,
Leaves leave trees naked.
Roses get yellow and sleepy.
I try to shake my legs
But they are heavy and cold.
Memories of my sad past
Make people wet on their naps.
Cold and red all around
I immigrate away.
Out of sympathy, all say
“Sleep well, my dear.”
I, with a smile on my lips,
Think it is a happy end.
I seek another life far away
Though my conscience is dead against it,
I give it a try.
With a sharp knife, I cut my heart out
To flee away.
The nature is dry
Trees wrestling with winds,
Leaves leave trees naked.
Roses get yellow and sleepy.
I try to shake my legs
But they are heavy and cold.
Memories of my sad past
Make people wet on their naps.
Cold and red all around
I immigrate away.
Out of sympathy, all say
“Sleep well, my dear.”
I, with a smile on my lips,
Think it is a happy end.
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