By and by, the breeze flew past his dreams
To get to his destination; the underground
And wanders about in his sojourn; lost
Lost about in his pursuit and dreams
To find himself lost and alone in his sojourn
And his heart throbbing fear in the underground
Filled with cobwebs and souls of unfulfilled dreams;
Leaving their skulls as a witness to their passing
And their failures hanging all around the underground walls.
Then the still-alive sojourner hides behind a little rock…
About to face his monster face-to-face
Then before he recovers, Lamentations creeps in
“What a great waste of fortune, dreams, and words,
After a great many years of wandering about in the dark,
Searching for treasures,
I then search until my strong bones crack and brittle,
And my voice threatens to sever its volume away,
And my legs become too weak to take me away from my nemesis,
and my once-black hair becomes grey.
Then I got treasures, wealth, fame, and honor,
But I got no time, then ‘iku‘ says it’s time,
Depriving me of quality time to enjoy my sweat,
I held onto my treasures a little more to when the great nemesis strike
His nemesis strikes his insatiable soul with eternal stillness, Then the sojourner dropped his treasured treasures as he dropped DEAD.