I was walking in the mist, I was walking in the garbage searching for your face... Among the crowd Crying loud (I was) I was looking for your traces on the ground, I was looking for you...
Uh-oh, Strawberry spring Too many bloodstains will appear tonight, All the snow and stones, All my hands are covered with this blood, Blood and mud... There were so many people out there, Suddenly there is nobody! The wind is cold and bloody I will never find you anymore.