What are the lines of life,
The fibres of the tattered hopes!?
Do not care then all will be fine...
Who knows, friends, who knows!
If the sun's been blown off,
And rains wash away your urges.
The Universe casted you off,
Although the heart fiercely surges!?
Who does weave human's fates,
But also airly cuts short them,
Front whom're opened any gates,
Who for had been created anthem?
Yes it's You, an ubiquitous beast,
Well, tame, bring to heel your riders,
Preach morality, haul up at least,
Take it away! Hold the line fighters!
How is that? The hand of God,
Had venerated us so painful.
As a result, what have we got?
Therefore l've never been so "greatful"...