Traveler missing the target
Turns out just gazing in the middle of the path
The frustration of not being able to find
Feel dreadful in the corner of the heart.

Looking for a insinuation of light
If seen anywhere
The whole time devotes on the way
So he rushes and rushes.

Someday, it will end
When and where no one knows, though
Absolutely maybe going to end, somewhere
That may be the last stoppage.