Life doesn't happen again
The memory of time is forgotten on the path of the hometown
I wanted to pick it up at some point
A red sun wipes it out
Only at the head of the village look out onto the path that stretches out into the city
Father's hand was cracked and rough
Hold up my crooked footprints
Walk into town
The west-setting sun had not yet risen from the doorstep
Grandma was waiting at the door
My father's hand gradually slipped from my hand
Slipped into Grandma's arms
He walked out of the house holding his father's soul
At his mother's behest, he went to town