And I'd like to go away,
Somewhere far, far away.

Where theirs only the sound of birds chirping,
Only the sound of the river flowing.
Can reach me.

A small house,
With myself.
And me.

Where no loud noises can touch me.
Where no shoutings can find me.

So If i go,
No one would judge,
No one would talk.

And I'd like my memory to be dissolved—
To vanish into the air,
And that air would go to the polluted area.

So I'd like to go away,
Far, far, away,
Where nothing can reach me.
But the wind,
And the silence.