Sometimes I wonder what it feels like
to be outside of this cynical stage called life.
Was it beautiful or nice,
that some ask for their early demise?

How could I be so pessimistic?
Well, I got no family - yes there is, but was it really?
I do not know, but all I stick to
is that I'm all alone in this world.

Sometimes I also wonder what it feels like
to carry on this stage called life.
I dreamed it to be beautiful and nice,
that I hope I wouldn't catch an early demise.

How could I be so optimistic?
Well, I may have no family to be with -
Yes, I got myself a loving companion,
but all I stick is that
if we can only build the world
around just the two of us,
that would be beautiful and nice.

That rests the case of a man,
It is I who lingers for love and affection of a family
but got myself more than that
in a woman I adored the most.