(Mom) I bare the naked truth
To which we would not even have this moment
I wish this was not become of me
Then I would surely know happiness
I am curse and I have curse myself for it

It was not my sickness that caused my ill-fate
I carried the malady for three decades
But felt debilitated for two
Tell me
Is there a cure for my health?

(Me) I waste no effort to appeal your testimony
I am the two decades you speak of
But before this moment here
I did not gesture my keeping
For the reason that there is nothing to keep