The town burns into a heated wasteland,
as the wind carries to me my destiny.
No one seems to know the reason.
Where should I, starting afresh, go next?
The mirages waver continuously,
while only dried winds sweep across.
I've become tired of looking at others' rusty glances.
What should I, starting afresh, search for?
No one seems to know the reason.
The wind will surely deliver it to me.
I don't know either, and I need no reason.
I will walk together with the wind.
As the wind precipitates onto the smoldering ground,
just where are my laws and rules?
I pay no attention to my closed lips,
since the wind will surely find the laws for me.
I don't know, and I need no reason.
I will walk together with the wind.
No one seems to know the reason.
The wind will surely deliver it to me.
I don't know either, and I need no reason.
I will walk together with the wind.