Wandering Desires

These days wandering in the whirlpool of desire

Where will these fleeing days stop?

In the darkness of the setting night

Days in search of the sun of peace

Do not know who these metaphors of space are

Days resounding in your streets

You don't walk

You don't give us away

Tired, tired, these sleepy days

Then how will the mountain-like night pass today?

Gone are the days of thinking that

All ages died together

Looking for you, calling you

Every night that is rebuilt

The same day licking the wall will be cut

Everything has passed

Given the promise of a connection