The past: Your time has gathered

Running after a carriage or settling in a road

Your breathes have been scattered

Your glass had been interwoven with a dagger

 

Fatigued while you ponder your dream,

During a hesitant step

With a horse and desire

Drowned, all of you, in all,

From everything

And you forewarn of fire and shrieks

 

The past: Your absolute time,

From the square to the prison

Opened with bitterness and doubt.