in whose house i am, with a broken over bottle in my hand
my soul was inside it, i broke secretly and forgot
whoever took, dont you find and bring it back
by seeing you whoever asks about me, by laughing say he is gone
get away,i dont see i am blind
so, i run over this world and pass
its my core(principle, heart and so on), i dont turn from my word (he means he does what he has said to do)
so, i am loved and i love in this world
in whose hand are you, are you forgotten insidiously as well
you have the solution, my dear, is this puzzle hard to you