Why do I think that I do not need you, he let alone them
Why do I insist on being staunchly imprisoned in loneliness
Why I greet the wind in the gloomy, meaningful seasons
Why did I want to drain a clear lake crocodile hide
Why I step on my own grave ground
Why did I carve the edge of the ocean that the waves approached
Why do I live though I am a definite answer.

That's because the rice is green in itself. farmers who harvest later
It is because the Heavens do not embrace the earth without end
It is because the moon illuminates the sun shining
That's because the flowers bloom the beetles enjoy
That's because of the despair that is not healed
That's because the embankments forget that irrigate
It is because of the emptiness that begins to die
It's because the soul is getting frustrated
That's because stars do not need praise
It's because of the smoky mist
That's because it's all about the world