I fell from the sky to blue sea-
To die, yet not to die.
Why must all suffering be mine,
And all the fruits thine?

Who wrote destiny
That cannot define me?
Pain lingers in my heart,
Thorns strike deep in my bone.
Why am I dethroned, always alone?

They say it’s karma—
Karma of the past.
But why do I cry like a mermaid,
Whose pearls are no treasures,
But burning salt from the eye?

O fate,
Stop it—just stop.
This soul is already broken,
Already terrified.