The light in the sky
You light us up.
Give us a warm life.
But we don't live for you.
We only live for ourselves.
Only a short spring morning.
May you forgive me.
May you live in peace and happiness in this primitive center.
You sit in the middle of the sun, sharpen your axe and make it shine.
May you forgive me on a quiet morning.
Put me in the bright center
Can I go with you on this quiet morning?
Forget all the poems.
I will live in peace in the center, just like you.
Grind his axe brighter and brighter, eat, work and dance.
Immerse yourself in the sunshine.
On the way the sheep passed, the souls of the sheep flocked by.
On the way the leopard walked, the soul of the leopard swarmed by.
Where is our human passage?
An axe with a sharp feeling
Like light? On my chest
The more polished, the brighter.