When the sky is standing alone,
How many stars have dropped from his chest
If you survive, how many more will be lost,
Will the sky sit down to mourn it?
No, do not sit, I say, write,
The sky is great because this is the reason why.
If a man is what people believed in him?
Humans are pained when the loved ones leave
The sky is cold, the sky is never in the sky.
You are human, so easily get grief,
O God, make me sky.
