"Aging"

Aging is nothing but an ordinary day

The atrophy of the shadow

can no longer remember the tone in which your father called your nickname

I'm also afraid of the winter that the thin and weak are bound to face

You are getting old.

Even if the old age is washed by the river, it remains murky

I had no choice but to abandon everything and chat naked with death

The young shadow passed by

Unable to drive into the next dawn

Everything will eventually return to the earth

You come in hiding and you will go in hiding