• Lyrics (the first part, translated by Naver Papago)

Even the goldfish in the fishbowl.

He grumbled, saying he couldn't breathe.

There are stars in the sky.

In a murky city that we can't talk about.

The children's clear eyes.

Do you know what you want?

Because of someone who's greedy.

A world that's all clouded out.

The dusty night sky.

If we all get rid of it,

The eyes of the little ones...

The twinkling stars must be up there.

It's okay to get rained on without an umbrella.

If you look forward to such a day,

you can't pretend you don't know.

It'll be late tomorrow.

• Lyrics (the first part, translated by Naver Papago)

Come to think of it, the tough years.

I'm here with my breath in front of me.

There's still a long way to go.

Now I'm looking back on the path I've taken here.

The old stream I used to run around in my childhood,

I don't want to fill it with gray foam, and it flows.

In the thick smoke of factory chimneys,

Tomorrow's dream is scattered into the cloudy sky.

• Lyrics (the first part, translated by Naver Papago)

Now it's cooled down.

dirty with oil

On the sand where the dolphin lies,

For so many years,

of the fishermen who kept

A shattered dream washed away by the waves.

White waves and

The sound of seagulls dancing and flying.

Anytime.

The sea is red with blood.

Thousands and tens of thousands of deaths.

Now let's stop here.

Mother, the blood of that sea.

Stop the water.

• Lyrics (the first part, translated by Naver Papago)

Alas, shaking my head, when I'm gone,

My love, who will be distressed

I can't help it.

The world has us.

I don't just bless you.

Even the stars that surrounded us.

Unfortunately, far away

I'll leave you walk away.

In the thick fog and the cloudy waters,

We're all gone.

Even the thin side of me

In a bitterness

You'll be forgotten.

No matter how much you don't want to.

• Lyrics (the first part, translated by Naver Papago)

I wash my hair with shampoo on a refreshing morning.

In front of the mirror, you dress up as a moose.

A private car with white smoke.

You're in the middle of a familiar noise.

1. Neat restaurants always try to use disposable cups only disposable chopsticks.

I think a cultural person should leave food behind.

With all the indifference and selfishness we've thrown out,

I can't breathe any more fresh air.

2. You get mad at factory wastewater.

When you turn around, you forget it.

I wash dirty outdoor clothes with synthetic detergent.