The dream of making the sky

When the kite is cut, then one day

Thinking about the lost Natai

The man himself is a kite without a reed.

Your own sky

Not in his own possession;

The dream of building a new sky flew

In the name of rain. Once in the rain beside him

That was Hakeu; If the man smiles

The rain stopped. The dream of making the sky

Keeps the man awake.