What had for a mother to live after her child spilled blood?
Where would that salacious sunflower look, If there was no Sun at dawn?
How could I cry, If I have no tears in my eyes?
Why would I bite that apple, If it's so sweet and sour?
Why still it's so painful, though I don't have a heart?
How could I breathe, If I was drowning?
How could I trust, If the truth is just one side of the coin?
Why should I live, If I have nothing to say a reason?
Oh, the puny insect bore my deep sin for fun!
Oh, the mad man tearing my muscle for revenge!
Oh, the hungry wolf needs another wound from me!
Ah, It's painful, painful, painful even I think about it!
Yet I bear my sin and soul, wear my mask and walk on the blood-stained mud like I care...
