Oh life,
Are you listening?
Let me answer—
Please, let me answer.

Answer my last because,
Not as a hero,
But—
As a puppet with broken strings,
Hanging with wings in a void,
Filled with joy
Of lost flings.

Are you listening?

I feel you every night,
With you in me—
But nowhere near.
Without you, I vanish,
A shadow faded here.

Let the ages of ages get angry,
That’s not what matters.
Only what matters…
Is you.
Only and only you.

Oh life,
You are listening, na?

A storm hit me—
Changed me,
Made me,
Broke me,
Gave me everything…
So it could take everything from me.

But still,
Every night I pray to be with you—
Live with you,
Laugh with you,
Cry with you,
Grow with you,
And live one dream with you.

This is because…
It’s hard to hold the one you crave,
The one your heart would
Die to save.

Oh life—
Am I right?

Oh life!
Why, life, why?
I belong to her, but she doesn’t.
I love her – but can’t admit.

Why I love her?
Wrong question.
Why not?
Might be right.

Oh life,
Her eyes – dark sky filled with bright light,
Her smile – beautiful than heaven,
Her face – what to say…

I tried every language of this and after this world,
But now I conclude:
No tongue holds the word
To define her tenderness.

Her voice?
Nothing – just something
That heals
Each and everything
Within me.

Oh life!
What if I say
That you are the most beautiful
In both worlds –
That will be less.

In the lack of you,
My will still wish
To be with you?

Why?
Because…