I open my eyes,
I see the colour of fate.
Tears, they never give up,
they realise how sad I am,
how lonely, how empty.

It seems like this will never end,
It looks like suffering is the destiny
of all of us.
Life, that’s where we are:
it’s a kind of an endless road,
but with shortcuts to follow through;
east, west, we have to choose.
What’s the right one? We never know.
Discovering it is our way to grow.