A soft branch slowly touches my arm.
My dry eyes see an early evening.
I stood up, and my view was distorted again.
I opened a heavy door.

The dirty letter is flying beyond the sky.
Impure blood runs around my body.

Run! Don''t look anywhere. You''ve thrown away your white shoes.
I feel cold somewhat,
Reach your arm, toward a bit beyond!
And I feel cold somewhat.

A pointed branch slowly touches my arm.
My dry eyes see an early evening.
I stood up, and my view was distorted again.

I opened a heavy door.

Run! Don''t look.anywhere. You''ve thrown away your white shoes.
I feel cold somewhat,
Reach your arm, toward a bit beyond!
Maybe your face looks tired.