The wind of the city, decided to go far away from home

The wind of the city

Once a group of happy children

Often with bare feet

Among the red walls and blue tiles

Gluing pieces of history

In the long rainy alley

Spreading innocent innocence everywhere

The wind of the city

Once a sunny boy

The sun, moon and stars

Is his eternal gaze

Even if only for a short time

Passing by

Is to fulfill

Five hundred years ago

Beautiful look back

Now, the wind of the city

Has gray hair

The hustle and bustle of the city

Keeps him awake all night

Occasionally taking a nap

but often

Choked by the exhaust fumes of cars

The high scaffolding

is the confusion that he cannot fly

Bunker-like concrete

is the knot he can't open

The wind of the city

Seems to have lost its navigation

His open arms

Can't touch

The clouds from his hometown

The wind of the city

Always waiting for a ray of sunshine

To wipe the mood

The distant horizon

Maybe it's his final home

The wind of the city

Decided to go far away from home