Wandering people miss you outside
Dear Mom
Wandering footsteps go to the ends of the earth
Not having a home
Winter winds, ah, caught in the flower of years
Blowing down my tears
Walking, walking, walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking,walking
Walking through many years of time
The spring grass is sprouting
Another spring and summer
(Music)