In our lives, before a kind of tear is dry
we meet already another tear.
Even though you have nothing nearly
you would try to get away from as that
fighting against ceaseless problems of your life.
Even if you have a lot of something
you would endlessly try to get out of the bothering
fighting as many problems as your richness.
I don't know what you call success in life.
also I don't know what you call failure.
But I know you are continuing to escape
from your painful, bothering problems
happening to you ceaselessly.
without no one excepted, all of us
are fugitives trying to get out of our reality
In our lives, before a kind of tear is dry
we meet already another tear,
but we all become to stop the fugitive's fate
of getting away from bothering life
at the last, to reach the heaven or hell.