The world around me
Is full of sufferings;
Sorrow and distress,
Each day it brings.
Rendered with hoarer,
Rebelliously perceive
Mysterious are
The children of Eve.
O' my love!
How dearly I think of you.
Living in pain,
Grievance and solitude.
You still
Process my heart,
My passion,
and my soul.
What else should I say;
Have nothing
In my control.