In this place where the heartless eyes are
I, too, have a place like everyone
In the suffering smile that never goes away from my face
There is the sign of the fires that are never on the wane
I destroyed the walls and wrapped my wound
There is only one song I have known
Neither a sign, nor a word, no old things shall behind me
I am a traveller to places of which names are not known
I would be a snowdrop rather than be a thornless rose
As we grow old, they don't stop, plays get bigger
I, too, have a part in all plays as much as everyone