I am the one who isn't good,
The one who opens the cloud's door
I am opening the cloud,
I weep enough underneath it
My youth is rolling by,
And for that, my heart is breaking.
(Your mother's shining star.)
Youth is a pearl wreath,
The one who loses it, is so very sorrowful.
But I would be a fool to be sad,
If i'd let sorrow have its place.
I'm showing the way out to sorrow,
And I myself walk joyfully.