As I go through the past, I blankly stare at the sky
There are empty stories that are wandering on a road that not even the moon will shine on

Dear Time, what is it about living that I can’t even throw this life away?
Though these tears stain my heart, there isn’t a day when I can be in pain

As I think about the past over and over, I hang my head low without a word
There are only sad and sorrowful moments

Dear Time, what is it about living that I can’t even throw this life away?
There isn’t a day when even a small light can shine on this tiring darkness

Though the strong winds blow and go round and round
I can’t take a single moment of rest from this difficult walk
In this painful world where I can’t get rid of my dried up heart

Dear Time, what is it about living that I can’t even throw the sky away?
Though I long for the past, I can’t turn back on this road – I can’t even find a single day for that

There isn’t a day that I can take a rest