If an eye can see the truth

If a flower can be smooth

Then the justice has appeared

And all eyes have been teared

When the sunrise is far

And the eternity is mar

When the soul of a mortal becomes immortal

And a soul of immortal becomes a mortal

You will be blind and mauredaur

Chasing a soul to murder

Abashed standing stood

Abhor yourself and the wood

Searching for a pyre to reborn again

Is this really what happens to men?

Swing between youth and adultery

Sensing regret and maybe gaiety

When your feelings are garish

And that you are going to vanish

When you jab your soul to your body

And you get hurt and your voice is reedy

You will find serenity in mountain

Running to reach the way again

If the ear can hear truth

If a flower lose its youth

Then the fight has began

Between the murk and the dawn

To the blood of the living creature

The death rise within its feature

When the body of a mortal becomes immortal

And the body of immortal becomes mortal

You will need to repeat

And wonder whether you will defeat

Nihilistic believes only in your needs

Knave hard to take your seeds

This is just what I have been told

Is this really what is happening to the world?