Old wounds
In the twilight wind
Visiting far to explore the taste
There's something hidden behind the chest
Lubricate the languishing soul
Gentle on the wind
Instantly my eyes closed
I'll give you a breeze from wishful thinking
I can't stand the pounding
However, what can
Let me record the pain
Even if it's just a moment
Or at least let go of the soul
In the twilight wind
In every segment of time spur
I want to blow away a miserable soul
Caused by old wounds, the sharpest pain