Blind End

Blind End






With the weeds and flowers thick along the road,
I walk crouching on the rainy road,
Just wastelands are pitched by sides
Claws of winds stick around my back
The world's end is here, at your hometown




On my driving stakes off limit,
you make up a promise
to ask a mercy
Why the ocean screams out a curse?
I can't bear to see you.




I'll be gone
to the place of sun
where burnt out is the last hope
On the rammed iron beams rest myself
If rained, the name of blind end would be uttered