The real life to be aimed is hidden beyond the clouds
Missed chances of charity and charm are hard to be caught, like a fled fly
Decades are full of reliefs and rest, but doubt isn't far in the fellow crowds
This world is a motley mixture of pleasure and pain, as a fierce light in the eye
Sometimes I put my head in the sand when I think of the wide desert of evil emptiness
Cries of hilarity and for help always cross my ears like cutting shears
I'm loyal to all the leaps to luck and laughter, as long as I live, for friendliness
Indeed I'll always believe in the beloved brightness of human, while forgetting everyone's fears
My balance between brotherhood and breaking bursts of brutality moves me in depth
I can't change the world alone, but sometimes I see a buddy who sticks to the idealistic real me who hasn't slept