Jealousy is what I felt when I came to see the Mongoloids who are robust.
Maybe because they have their own life, unlike me on the hole tending to buzz
I feel too stumpy every time I see abnormal combing her hair,
Yet they were abnormal, still they know they’re pretty as the bear

I’m happy and envious in seeing the children with their common colds dripping,
Though they were weary still they are tiresome in segregating
I feel I’m really down in seeing the strangers in their journey,
Though they don’t know where to go, still in their way there’s a honey

I’m jealous with the prisoners, who are in jailed and prolonged,
For at least they found the right place they truly belong.
I’ m pity with the accused, but the truth I’m envious
Maybe because there is light ahead of your views!

I consider myself as an outcast whenever I saw the gambler,
Yet they are idle, they know about realm and soldier
I feel down and elsewhere in seeing the orphan in the orphanage,
Maybe because I’m impertinent trying to make vesper in looking one’s page!

I salute those who are victims of persecution, coz maybe in their solemn there’s the solution,
I’m offering my trust to those who are sick, for they have other’s association.
I admire the unfortunate, for I wanted to do it to myself.
I adore the unlucky, for I must learn to ideal my very own self.