How excruciating
For the little lizard to
Live without its tail

Everything that is black
Is not black or other black
It's silver that is not silver
For silver is black like black

There
Is one problem
In each family

The inexperienced advises
The wiser has to listen

In the process of hording money
I forgot to love myself and my identity

Keep running
Thousands stops are left

Don't leave me
Like the rain to the tree
Little by little
I will be the desert again

What my song
If there is no flute
To give it breaths?

What my life
If there is no anchor
To hold me in the storm?

Salutation
to oneself is light
Young or old
It must flow in
Life is not
About seeing
The flying kite only
It's also about
Respecting
The thread-holding
Hand

Don't leave me
Like the rain to the tree;
Little by little,
My blossoms will wither
And I will be the desert again!

What my song
If there is no flute
To give it breaths?

What my life
If there is no anchor
To hold me in the storm?