I supposed that the future is reachable,
You go, you go, the day's journey is distance.

The human being doesn't hear the rhythm of the time,
He wants to live always, he waits at times.

Running hither and yon in the life,
How much is breath during one second?

In the future,in the future,the years there!
It will finished one day, I wonder where?

My heart ached,I remembered the past.
I can not return to past, then I was wrong.

Bunu Kullan: