I walk through an eternal fire
Being a born myth holder,
Life is a meaningless arrangement
An attractive poisonous oleander.
We think of an imaginary world
But meet only emptiness,
At last devastating fate transforms
All happiness into sadness.
Who are you sailing a boat
Through rough waters?
Laying an illusory net of love
Where everyone totters.
An invisible player is playing
The gruesome game,
All the creation bows to death
That makes all inevitably tame.
Oct 31, 2022
Oct 31, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC
I walk through an eternal fire
Being a born myth holder,
Life is a meaningless arrangement
An attractive poisonous oleander.
We think of an imaginary world
But meet only emptiness,
At last devastating fate transforms
All happiness into sadness.
Who are you sailing a boat
Through rough waters?
Laying an illusory net of love
Where everyone totters.
An invisible player is playing
The gruesome game,
All the creation bows to death
That makes all inevitably tame.
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