Heavy rumble courses through,
I ride the metro into the city.
You leave me speechless—
Your blood is my blood,
Let the sunrise give you light.
Light splashes my face,
Cut by the willow’s branches-
I draw my shades closed.
I hear children play,
They are carefree and full of joy-
I am the opposite.
Sunlight changes throughout the day, month, and year;
Only over time can you see the true colors.