Alone and Alone

At that moment, when I stood on the shore It seemed that I was A representative of mankind Facing the time passing by no words or no doing Frankly, there is pointless to say a word or at all time to do anything So, just waiting quietly for it going by, And waiting for the clear turns to be clear, And the turbid remains to be turbid. The years of the river are endless flowing Day and night, washing all matters except me Leaving me behind on the shore, knowing nothing To say, to change