When I am in the ocean
I do not own a label
But I have a life

If I get caught in a net
Then I will become a tuna
And lose my life

Truth,
To welcome you?

Even to look at
An eye pricking
Bunch of thorns

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
Who comes in
Nice, nice ornaments;

Be my guest

Truth,
Trust you?
You hide your changing soul
By always using Just a single dress

Oh! No!

Falsehood,
You come in many costumes
But always has only one form

Trustworthiness?
You got it

Even the most
Beautiful butterfly
Has a caterpillar past

The drop of perspiration
On your crescent forehead
Is like a little glistening pearl
Crowning on a little rose,

He whispered to his sweetheart
With affection full of desires

The drop of sweat,
On her weary withered face
Is like an emblem that evokes
Disgust for life’s desires,

The hermit thought to himself

Chief Monk Sir,
I have sinned

How, Junior?

I came across
A young lady in ****;
I turned my head away

It is purity;  
Isn’t it, Junior?

No, Sir,
My head wouldn’t
Have turned in that flash
If it were just an
Ugly wooden block

You broke into my heart
Like a violent storm

Then you moved in my heart
Like a violent storm

When you left my heart
Still like a violent storm
It stilled my heard
Like a deep calm blue sea

You floated into my heart
Like a cool tiny breeze

Then you moved in my heart
Like a cool tiny breeze

When you left my heart
Still like a tiny little breeze
It took my heart by a storm.