Kubinashi

I walk with my head bowed, and look around, but there’s nowhere to go.
I knew where to go, once. I have a good sense of direction, so I’m never lost. Be it the path for my feet, or the path for my heart, I stay true.
In an age ravaged by war, a good man must fight for his country. I didn’t hesitate to join the war effort. I became a military courier. My keen sense of direction always got me to my destination quickly. The officers soon recognized that I was a reliable courier; wherever they sent me, I never got lost.

As a result, I no longer took ordinary soldiers’ letters home, but instead military documents, and then urgent reports.
And to me, this was the ultimate commendation.
The general told me that I was a great advantage to our army because I always delivered mail on time.
So I ran, and ran, and ran.

But even though I ran as hard as I could, we still lost the war. How could it be? I delivered the document to the right place but the document itself was wrong! Argh!
The delay cost us the war.
Someone has to bear the responsibility. I was kicked out of the camp.
So, I walk with my head bowed, not knowing what lies ahead or where to go.