There isn't a decent river // in the city center,
That can wash away the thoughts // and sorrows in one's heart.
Trapped at the seaside // where streetlights cannot fully illuminate,
Drowned Spirit, who should hear your song?
Who would sit patiently,
On the bench // to listen to your sermons?

You still linger // in the streams of childhood,
Waiting for children to pass by.
Those who dive into the river for play, // falling into your trap.
At the bottom of the river, you,
Were replaced by someone's spirit.
Day and night, you must stay here,
wearing down your own suit, // own face.

In the words of the elders,
You once succeeded, // being favored and pampered.
Then suddenly disappeared.

It seems you too forgot the depth // of the river,
Surrendering beneath the rippling waves,
forgetting to lecture. // As if you were still right,
Even when no one is listening,
No one is willing to approach.

The birds flying overhead,
Your silhouette absent from their eyes,
Already dead.

Drowned Spirit, you've already buried the past.
Decades ago, you could // still hear children playing nearby.
Now, time doesn't return, // no one visits anymore,
You have no home, no one // to talk with. You must
Forever guard the river in your heart.