The trees whisper to menIn the lightless morningnWe will give you the wind in exchange for your memoriesnnIf I cross the red brick roadnslave...nnTime goes onnMore cruelly than anythingnPerhaps I'll erase it allnEven one so meaningless as mennIf I cross the red brick roadnslave...nnI've become slave to the windnOnly I can be menSo I will walk on, seeking above allnTo never hurt those who stay by my sidennThough I am so slight in stature and heartnAnd so smallnWhy do I lose my waynCarrying anxiety that I can't grasp in my hands?nnI will cross the red brick roadnslave...nnI've become slave to the windnOnly I can be menSo I will seek above allnTo gently embrace the weakness of those who stay by my sidennDon't think so highly of menI am so... so...nnIf I cross the red brick road....nnI want to protect myselfnI just want to protect myselfnEven though I am so worthlessnI want to protect myselfnnI whisper to the treesnIn the cloudless morningnPerhaps I'll erase it allnEven one so meaningless as mennIn the middle of the red brick roadnbrave...