Nature and civilization of the world
What could be more to me
I don’t know if it’s desperate,
On top of that, knowingly or unknowingly,
I exist.
But in anything
Reality is not satisfying
wandering only repeatedly
At the same time, a luxurious trend
I often lose myself.
What was originally mine
Even though there was nothing
From nature, back to nature
Nothing at all
Even though you can’t take them with you.
What more could I possibly have?
Are you selling me for a single coin?
Just something is missing,
Nothing but clumsy excuses
I can’t think about it.
You can’t return to nature,
I can’t remain in civilization,
The irony that brings about chaos
Only in truth of non-possession
Just borrowing it for a while.
The world, nature, culture, and civilization
Now, everything that is with me
What kind of things do I really have?
However, only the essence of non-possession
She is glaring at me.