Sometimes I feel this is useless to prolong the living
In another time in another place the feeling is quite the opposite
And I go possessed with the idea that I must see the end of this uselessness;
Frequently I go angry with all the people around me
For being a pathological liar or being a diabolical hypocrite or a just cheater
Yet I take pity on them for being so helpless in front of truth;
The truth of life helps me to think a bit deeper
And all my bitterness goes in a swipe when I see the frivolity of life
From depth I rise thinking if I create something that wouldn’t be bad enough;
No sooner I get the creative mind from the crowd I find someone to say
If I would talk to her, if I would make her my friend
Life is very puzzling so it is very beautiful, we together must stir it and explore;
Sitting on a bank of a river I saw streams to gyrate vigorously
Here I see friendship and love are more perplex and tumultuously demanding
Yet the taste of love is not bad enough to get it once in one’s entire life.
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