If I could learn about life by myself,
I would want to go to the hills,
and become a mountain person who eats grass to live.

If loving only myself were not a sad thing,
then I should like to hide and live
like a snail who hides inside of a shell.

People judge each other
with the same heart as the people who nailed Jesus.

Children-born with that blood,
grow with sahrp square dreams.
A lonely shepheard only has death to look forward to.

A fisherman-looking at an empty net,
the swirling waves gush out and scream
and spread out whitely.

In pain,
the unblical cord is cut between a mother and a baby.

O my soul!
Burn brightly like a flame,
In this darkness.