Friend

How many times did the wind

blowing may be human hair

before he is away

time for tears.

I position the burden here

narrow shoulders,

and sorrow too often anchor

I will give to the soul.

Human life is often

is just one of the wind blowing

over the mountains. the arc of life

rain arc is a specification

time for young people.

How many tears

Man pours to get?

It knows only the mother earth

I am a burden to position

quality of the mind fickle.

I want a friend that

comforting healing wind

friend is blowing cheek again.

I wish you strength

improve the mental wounds,

I hope the moments of all corrective.