I've come here to find a splendid city on my mind.

But the city is cold and rough.

I wander from place to place then eat hot tears at the shabby threshold.

 

I've come a long way to get here,

to find the dream here.

Where the forest is and where the swamp is,

no one tells me in this world.

 

Does that star know what's on my mind?

Does that star know my dream?

 

Now I'm left alone.

I wander the building then eat hot tears at the shabby alley.