Another World

Another World

I’m a man in daytime, but I don’t know who I am.

Some people see me, but they don’t know me.

I cross and walk in streets, and it’s unknown where I come from and go.

The sunshine brightens the road I walk to somewhere strange, while the sweat falls off my cheeks.

It’s salty and bitter. And the road never ends.

I’m a spirit in nighttime, but I don’t know who I am.

Nobody sees me, but I see them passing by my side.

I’m flowing here and there in the night sky above a city. The wind blows me east or west.

The moonshine shines on the dark scattered clouds, while the ice-crystal freezes over my hair.

It’s transparent and cold. And I’m flying all the time until dawn.

I ask God who I am, how many days I have to go, how far I have to fly?

And I’ve never been told.

I’m sick, mad, break into pieces. A spirit goes alone, for another world.