The Lost Lamb

wrong path

The path you have taken

It's not about listening to your heart

It's that someone else is going to let you go

road

You are in the expectations of the people

Lost yourself

Like a lamb lost

Fertile meadows

I put the most mellow wine

To give to you

My lost

Because in your disorientation

I saw myself

My wine will enchant you

Will make you sober

In that drunken sobriety

You will be on me

See yourself

Don't listen to the sound of the wind blowing

Don't listen to that drip crisp that the rain brings

Don't look at the gesture of the yellow leaves floating zero

Don't watch the snow cover the whole earth

Look at how the buds crawl out of the dead branches

And decorated with the whole spring

Listen to the distant whistle pigeons that bring the sky

What a sound

Listen to the flowing river and carry it again

What a hustle and bustle

Finally, please listen to that

Beating heart

How to put fresh blood

To be sent to the most secret place

There's one of the smallest

The faintest beginning

Start walking in search

on the road