I was supposed to live an ordinary life, but God didn't mean it.
The soul leaves the body and heads towards the unknown world.
Blessed? Woe?
I have traveled thousands of years just to find this illusory dream.
Beauty caused endless fighting.
The beauty set off eternal reviling.
The sweet words made him use up all his tenderness.
The repeated injuries made him learn to be indifferent and strong.
There is no more sincerity, and everything in the world has nothing to do with him.
Looking at this world with cold eyes, a line is sung:
Just a dream?