A Lonely Traveller

When a gust of wind blows me
like a lonely floating cloud,
I have no choice but to travel,
carrying my beloved guitar and a yellow aster.


I want to go far, far away
to an unknown place.
I want to walk for a long, long distance
to retrieve my dream from the past.

I pretend I don’t love you any more
so that I can go travelling,
carrying an innocent heart and a red rose.