What kind of happiness do I dream of?
I volunteered to suffer so much pain,
Bound by a pretentious daily life that is not mine
In a life that rejected the truth
Have you become a stupid prisoner?
Everyone is in pain, everyone is an illusion
Nothing is mine
In front of the world like the wind passing by for a while,
Surrounded by bluff and vanity that is nothing more than a delusion
In the end, you are destined to grow old and get sick.
There is nothing in the world
I can’t have it, I can’t leave it
I can‘t help but regret it when I leave.
It’s already happiness that doesn’t exist in this world.
Rather, it is a natural comfort.
Mistaking for a clumsy excuse
Rejected reality until the end
Reduced to an insignificant third-rate actor
Nothing can compensate for it
My limitations are not worth seeing.
Just in the back of a lonely memory
Even now for the rest of the time
Small but beautiful, in a frugal day
I just whisper that I love you
In fact, why not just choose it as it is?