With the rugged woods at our back we greet the sun.
It shines in our eyes, an azure life dwelling in breathlessness.
We walk the long, drawn-out line
that cuts across the vast land,
because the world carved us on that line.

Camminare sulla linea

On the line, where do our footprints step to?
What sky spreads at the end of it?
Even if the world that unfolds is not what we are given
to the unknown we run
carving sunrise, burning bright, across the world.

걸어가 첫날의 태양 아래
한 걸음씩 고통은 환희로 변해

걸어가 첫날의 태양 아래
한 걸음씩 고통은 환희로 변해