Behind the prosperity

Listened songs of bustling streets,

Thought had experienced in the past.

Standing on Carnival dance of passion,

Wait behind the bustling end.

Only in the hot temperature,

Meeting the snowflakes to me the scene.

Into a faint layer of mist

Make real things are blurred.

Downtown behind the cruel,

All fragrance of Judah as before.

A person walking in the unknown road,

Around heard someone crying.