There are still un-answered questions
That is, why do I do all these things?
Though if all people are mad at me
But, what should I say?
If no one will to understand my feeling
That it is God Who doesn’t want me to be silent

He knows I’ve been in the dessert wide
Every footstep of mine is clearly seen
The dessert molds my footsteps

Now I am by the side of oasis
My feet and my cloth are wet soaking in clear water
I also see the sandstorm
But it would never reach the oasis
My place to enjoy cool water from God