People come here only occasionally
They bring money, night and day
the front doors are open
adorned with gilded carvings

I cried at the farewell
Daddy's hands on my shoulders
mama's kisses on my head
I was a chosen child

but I didn't cry for joy
I cried for all the years
I dedicate to the fire
in this temple of support

This is my fate
in a holy covenant
with the fate
of the others