Does it ever happen that I go to wake up a new day.
even though it's early, I'm still not sleepy,
I brush away the fog with my finger.
I look at the roofs and the first people.
Smoke that above the smoking factory,
lazily weaving with shadows.
The day laughs at me and the sun warms.
Sometimes I go to wake up a new day.
I like to look at those sleepy faces.< br/>I listen to footsteps on the cold concrete.
They are always in a hurry.
I am probably like a foggy outline
when I lean against the wall like this.
A new day brings me, a new life, let me drink it from top to bottom!