Howl of Life

Life is howling, with silent voice.

She gathers a variety of wounds,

and continues to walk.

Although she has no places where she should go,

she doesn't stop her steps.

Instead of hopes,

she has a much amount of wounds.

Her wounds anesthetize her mind,

ane now, she doesn't feel pain.

She loses uncountable blood,

but she doesn't stop her walk.

She doesn't know where she is going to.

What she knows is only to walk somewhere, 

by her wounded feet.

Life is howling, with frozen voice.

Gazing at an invisible light,

she continues to walk.