Many suns and moons will be born
More waves will break on the beach
It no longer makes sense to have or not to have
I live with my hatred of begging
I have many years to suffer
More than a life to walk
Drink the bitter gall until you die
I no longer have pity I know how to wait
Weak greed is better to say
Life is no good for dreaming
My light from the eyes that I saw being born
On such a brief day to be brightened
The waters of the river just flow
Closer and closer without stopping
I am like the bat I see without see
I'm like peace, I know how to wait