How do I tell someone,
Which way to go-
All the ways met there,
In the back alley of life.

Standing on the other side of the border,
I pry by raising both arms-
Tired traveler loses target,
Bumblebee is looking for the nectar.

In what tune did I sing,
Though, I want to fulfill my soul-
Scattered flower petals on the pavement,
Someone trampled them.

What am I thinking today,
Is which color the sky has laid out?
Again, I am looking for the way with false hope,
Flowers are falling with silent cry.