Tell me, tell me dear tree
Will my life depend on you soon?
Will i see my life before my eyes under your dry branches that reach the sky?
Tell me, tell me dear ground
Will you embrace my body when i fall
or throw me out like anyone else?
Tell me, myself
Will i ever know when i will shut my eyes?
Say "See you soon" to my old aged parents?
When my feet step on the ground i feel like falling
I can't see the end
Which is harder?
Accepting the past
or looking at the unpredictable future?
When will i hit the ground?
I'm never ready.
Tell me, dear sky.
Will it hurt when i bleed?
Tell me again, myself.
Do you even care?
Do you?
Do i?