THE NEEDLE FALLS ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD
I'm like a rolling ball,
crawling on the green grass field,
sneaking in between penalty kicks,
The match comes at the end of the season.
I'm like the turning wheel of life,
the ball was kicked by fate across the ages,
life rolls along the circulation line,
When you surrender, the inner surrender is so powerful.
Slipping through the realm of destiny across the ages,
a gust of mist obscures the view,
look behind the burden you carry,
you let go of the world full of attachments.
The ball rolls and is kicked by the midfielder,
good luck if the ball goes into the goal,
If you haven't competed, you've already admitted defeat,
Is it necessary to naturalize foreign players?
Winning and losing in a match is normal,
Losing is not to be insulted, insulted,
hope to win through naturalization,
not like a needle falling on a football field
Still looking for the benefits of its existence.
