I was born in a day, just like you were, too,
The day I was born, I wanted to curse the
But it momentarily dawned on me.
That would have been a stroke of great folly,
I was born. Oh yes, I was born.
And what can I do about that?
It is rather sad, rather sad.
One has to use pain to produce pain.
The older I get, the more I realize that I'm
The more I see the war that I've got to fight, the more
Sadly, every second I grow older,
Was one born to uncertainty?
Struggle, grief, worries, tears, lies, poverty? .....
ETC, etc ........ Oh, no ending?
Let us all take a look at the scenario.
With the eleventh eye of ours ...... And what are we going to see?
We can't handle the simplicity,
In which innocent souls are brought to hell
It's an atomic collision world,
How do this happen with our programs in the presence of
Born into a lawn of gravity in the Rosales
While it remains unfortunate,
That we are handed over to where we come from,
And, thankfully,
We come from where we're going,
What a world of bitter enjoyment
From the moment of your birth,
First of all, what you mitten is bitterness-you weep
No one in the world has ever smiled.
We all groan; our entrance is rejected;
Through the broad path
The broad way, however, leads to the narrow one
Or rather, otherwise, is it?
Another thing that I truly know
This is an universe of forms, that is.
What ends we can not meet
And then, through our whole lives, we struggle
Trying to reach ends
The ends left for me are very hypothetical.