The early morning light，
as the thorn of tangled foliage，
penetrates the glass,
puncturing my eyes.
Using my tears dropping from left eye
mourns you.
Wiping the ash and dust on the glass,
I find that people alone with vehicle never stop.
You are vague in my tearing eyes.
The dark warps you and numerous hardships erode you,
leaving icy blood as well as expression.
Countless spectators are dumb and deaf
including myself.
