When did I come out
to sing Your song?

I have forgotten that time
and the hue of my coloured thread of love.
By what inspiration and desire
did I continue to look forward?

Probably at that time
the darkness of clouds
or the intense current of flood prevailed.

Perhaps that day,
day and night,
no one was there to look at.

I might have cried out of fear
when looking at the thorns on the path.
Probably, ignoring danger, I moved forward.