People live for a single breath.
It's hard to rob away one's feelings.
Love seems to be affectionate, yet merciless.
A broken heart doesn't forget its past hate.
How far is this road? How long is this life?

So what if there's silence?
No one cares about the cause, anyway.
Afraid that everything is all your fault.
This life is tiring; there's nowhere to hide.
How far is this road? How long is this life?

Vanity always ends with nothing.
How majestic does life need to be?
Trees flutter as leaves fall, the lonely wind, the endless fog,
The rain that is falling, snow that is dwindling.
How far is this road? How long is this life?