My shadow and I were wandering in the streets. We were walking on the road without anybody.
You do not feel sorry for me even the scene seemed profound melancholy. It is a reality for me and someday you might derive great acceptance from solo.
The street seemed wide while nobody, and there was no tenseness and no affectations in there.
My shadow and I were intoxicated with each other as the night wind was blowing.
The many sorrows had passed, and my shadow is still in company with me.
I don not mind lonesome. My shadow and I are yet drifting as the night wind is blowing.