The air is cold I wrap my body from it’s touch
The beginning of the good for nothing sky that is far apart
Everyday I stand out in the morning street with everyone

Watching the crowded open sea I breathe in the sour air
I feel the wind easing my mind
Why? Do we rust so easily
 
What don’t I understand that is so dark
I go to a familiar location yet I am confused
However I tend to begin down this street
I am
 
You walk a path filled with lonesome loneliness
Today I think for myself and I choose to sleep
Inside my dream I encounter everything
 
What don’t Wish for that it is so dark
I feel I must communicate with you
Today I stay at home
 
Everyone understand the crimson red
I go to a familiar location yet I am confused
Everyone I hope my crimson red dream comes true 
I am able to walk on my own
Thereupon I begin to move in the morning
The evening opens up
The evening opens up