At the crossroad I stand
Looking first one way
And then inevitably the other
Which shall I choose?
I stand in doubt
Hither lies my dream
And thither my duty
It so impairs my soul
To think of the choice as
The right and the wrong
For right or wrong it is to whom?
My self? My Lord? My life?
The world? The friend? The family?
It stings my mind
To think of one of them
To be but an illusion
For both I hold true
Within my throbbing heart

Precious dream, help me
Choose the answer I seek
Will I still surely subsist
Entirely devoid of you?
Shall I really want to
Endure such a survival?
Hostile duty, tell me
Would you give me passion
For a life deficient in crucial ardor?
Will you be there by my side
As I resign to a futile
Trifling plastic existence?
Gentle dream, amiable dream
Ruthless duty, unsympathetic duty
Tell me now, how
To make this vital choice
Dear fate, why put me
Through such a dilemma
For both of them
The harsh and the tender
Are indispensable in my life
One as my responsibility
The other my core
How can I enlighten you
Dear fate, that the crossroad
Should but of course be
An absolute joint trail
But since it can never be
Show me how to choose
Before I cease to exist!