arm forces on the lead
seven-colored patches stick
it goes up and show as plain
stands , moves and secretly administer
what i left is my happiest moment

how long will this take?
how i long the things i so adore
the circumstance ahead
completely packed because you said so
arranging ourselves as in a dance

with these loads in my hand
i boastfully keep these things
this is what life gives me
to portray a good role in the society
cloak delineates my uncommon performance

the big tank floating in sea
wires with branches lead the way
flag blows with the wind
trumpets command the start
it would be a privilege to reach halfway

mushroom fumes released
from a wooden like hands
it handles the heavy thing
a face with decors , tops it all
autumn arrives in my memory