I can’t imagine how life would be,
Without sadness that is I see;
I thought I was existing in my own world,
Now I fathom the truth has been told.
Intensely as it seems,
My life is nothing but bits of gleams;
It was so long that in my contemplation,
I have to end this deception.
My mind is a mocking trickery,
I have to contest this to be free;
And so are you my reflection,
Never again be imprisoned from this illusion.