After all the years,
You see the same sky,
You shed the same tears,
You never tire to try.

You memorized your living,
Keeping your track by the stream,
Staying at the road you’re following,
Then you’re burned-out of the mainstream.

You yonder away,
Away from your flow,
From home to astray,
Not to hurt but to grow.

You made yourself anew,
I am very proud of you.