Tao [English translation]

Just like that little bird

People too dream of flight

The dreams and hopes he has inside

to fulfill, to make real

His mind gets turned around

whenever he sees something new

All the things in this world of ours

Is one grand colossal trick

why then feel the hurt

why make it harder

even if you want it

don't mean you can have it

you'll just make it worse

Stop breaking your heart

this is the game we play

in this sordid world of ours

rivers disappears as well

the flowers will one day die

the day surrenders to the night

as darkness always come

You'll just make it worse

Shelter your breaking heart

In the games we have to play

In this cruel world of ours

And just like that little bird

Mankind too will someday die

dreams and hope he carries still

may it reach the other side