Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefoi

And I’m walking all damned day, day after day but it’s okay I’m on my way wandering again from the West to the East. I try to resist but it’s so hard not to fall.

There are flowers in my room and they don’t need a job, they just need time to grow and die

‘Cause the morning always comes to kill the dream.

The wanderer, Jil is lucky