There I was on a chilly but fiery meadow
With the sun and a girl singing a mellow...

In the rain, I see this lady
A beautiful lady, all wet and shady...

Coldness is a permanent thing
It can't be removed by anything...

In the morning, I can't really feel the light
As the other people do; preparing for work...

People, people, such wonderful creatures
And each person with unique features...

Oh lord, do see this soul?
This is the soul that will free the coal...

I'm a Fine Arts student in room one-o-three
A uniform, some chairs, a table and me...

Sitting by the lake
And seeing a cow or a steak...

A somber girl in a somber night
In the park, with a scythe...

Stars in the night,
Makes me to feel to ask...

The crying lamb on the table
The crying lamb which made me cry...

The shadow is the sign of death
Because it feels like my happiness will creep...