The world of light is the enchanted world
The white petals of the rose are odorless
The workplace is as it was
The workers are counting the days of their house arrest
The door is closed on the journey of uncertainty
I have held the seed mantra of love in my heart
I will endure the pain of death with a smile on my face
The news of the birth is sweet
In difficult times for the welfare of the child
Love can't stop the virus
Everything has become stagnant and jobless
Fear and terror will overcome the love of man.