Although life is long

Although life is long

Although the pencil is long, there is a time to write short

As long as life is, there is a time when there is only one last day left

Everything is transient

The breeze, the moon

The city, the lights

Though there are many diseases, I love

There are many knives against my back, but I endure

I lift up my head from the mud

I open my big green leaves

Big flowers

I have nothing to worry about

How empty, how bright

I want a hundred more eyes, how good it is

How joyful, how pleasant

I want a thousand more arms how good it is