世界以痛吻我，而我报之以歌。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
After the night I burned all memory, my dream becomes transparent. As I trashed all yesterdays, my step becomes lighter.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
The day is near when your burden will become your gift, and your sufferings will light up your path.
The world is the ever-changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence.
