The life I am living is
Slithering into ambiguity
It is now nothing but ruined temple
.
Around the soul -there are hems and weeds
Preventing humanity
.
The life I am living is
A stumpy tree having
Neither chirping birds on the top
Nor passers by below
.
The life I am living is
Like a pathetic prostitute
That bearing the burden of
Seduced dark nights
Conceiving inevitability
.
The life I am living resembles
The valiant on spider web
The blood is evaporated
The body is withered
.
The life I am living seems to be
The corpse ready for funeral
Receiving final praises and curses
.
Yet the life I am living is
Irrelevant to the world
.
The life I am living is
AN AMBIGUOUS SONG