Find the Self

One has to find oneself in the eye

Then after that, we have to be afraid of ions

The stars are the poor of the closed street of the sky!

That they have to go through here again

Life was dead! Went with you

All you have to do now is fill in the age map.

Whatever you do, it will cut into two steps

The distance I have to cross in centuries

So why not stay here today

That night is near; we have to stay somewhere.

Maybe my cell that is your ransom

Whatever the sea is, it has to go down

At dawn, the stars closed their eyes

What to do for those who have to wait

It is a dream that reality is not news

But to live is to die here