I weave a path, a dreamy path,
placing myself in a place next to heaven;
driven by the driving force of ecstasy
shone in my heart with wonder and gay.

My path is a stony path,
not like a bed of flowers.
My imagination is not beautifying this path;
but to tread along and make a difficult journey
great.

It is not like the beautiful wind’s caress;
but a storm raging from inside me.
It is not like rain drizzling;
but a cyclone which pours out all my love to you.

My God inside me gives inner strength;
to drive myself into this ecstasy and joy.
This pure heaven in disguise,
to give my emotion a new smoldering wave.

To attain what I want,
I pull any strings I can,
To have this new dawn with me;
For having my life as a new song
and this heaven with me.