Birds almost cry

When his sun is so low,
That birds cannot cry,
Man just walks with the flow,
And hearts almost die.

In frozen streets
With dozens sleeves,
Dozens handbags, dozens lipsticks.
Only one dream speaks,

In his mind.

And he is just passing by,
Just passing by through dark.
He does not want to stop and lie,
He is just passing by.

He walks the rains
In one old high-heel shoe,
No pulse in veins,
Not knowing who is who.

Knows just he will be passing by,
He will always go low and high
Without looking back
Every now and then.
Go somewhere where he
Will be a stronger man.