In vain and blindly following the enchanting things that can be seen but cannot be touched,
I am obsessed with the warmth that I can feel but cannot hold,
Humble and dejected at those dreams of happiness that do not exist,
Being numb and lost in those things that cannot be obtained and do not belong to life.
The more you struggle, the more distant you become; the closer you hold, the more distant you feel.
Like sand, like water, like life.
Destined to get rid of sadness, only sadness remains.