That Wounded Moment

When all feelings go to asleep, 

Then that wounded moment raises it's head secretly, 

Which is immersed in pain,

Lying injured for several years...

Nor does that moment die a death,

Nor does it heal its wounds,

When the clarinet of happiness was rung and it going to be immortal,

At that time it was bloodied. 

That wounded moment....

And everything was broke apart,

Like a broken glass on the floor.

Now life is passing like a lifeless body

Which only breathes to live,

And always reminds me,

That wounded moment...

Life is going on together with that wounded moment. 

I could never be happy with feeling its pain. 

This is the truth of my life

That wounded moment of my life...