How transient is life
Our flighty Universe is like.
It's flying full of joy or sadness,
And never one can earth-born secret find.
To realize the sense of life unable,
Or guess eternal secret, thou are leaving...
I hope the others might be able then
To understand some mystery of being.
So... never loved and being loved myself,
But thinly feel so much of lie and troubles,
And having passed my own senseless way,
I'll leave this world some day
without sadness.
(1994)
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