Thee might tell someone about my name later,
Together with thy bitter mouth with lies,
Thee may think I am nothing but a filthy being,
But I know my limit and place.

Thy existence angers my life
For it is the reason why I am in a bedlam.
And for a phenomenon of mine is in a thread;
A thread in which there are numerous strings.

Together with thy loathsome mouth and lies.
Weakening my life as a human being.
Upsetting me every daylight and night.
Just like suns and moons.

May they full of lights,
But can deceive others.
And even if you tell someone about me later,
But I know--that I'll still stand up and hoist myself.