THE BRIDGES

I have crossed all the bridges

And didn’t find the way back home,

Where are my past, my memories

Where are they lost without trace?

All my bridges are burnt down

They are burnt down savagely,

How to find the paths I’ve passed

Through the ashes of memories.

I am looking for an old bridge

Binding my dreams together,

It seems that love is a bridge

Passing over the flowing river. I have crossed all the bridges

I’ve crossed them in my wheelchair,

Bridges are just memories along the fate,

Which no one care about.

Lastly, open the bridges to my life

I’ll pass in the wheelchair,

How to bring back my hidden dream

The dream which set on the fire.

I have crossed all the bridges

I’ve crossed them with my memories,

The dreams I’ve lost, but don’t know․