Thousands of tears have fallen from my inflamed eyes,
In commemorating my moaning in the hut bundled by ice
Brought by my stinginess wrinkling in other’s sacred chest
From the boastfulness of voracious man skirmishing to be the best

There are people, who really need God’s comfort and blessings,
Persons who are solemnly lifting and bending knees, which sings
Though I scream, yell and shout my sufferings compared to mountains,
Still He could not hear me, for His focus is to the fountains.

Fountains that produced by his good servant and obedient disciple,
And shallow cultivation made by me in standing my own weak pole.
That’s why I’m trying to steal other’s awesome property,
Instead of supporting my products and building my own propriety

Still unpainted feature is unseen in my dirty face,
Because it is joy and laugh, I’m showing to different race.
I’m envious with every single person who are made special in this world,
For courage and hope prepares treasure in their old.

Maybe my old generation of extinction left me here in modern people.
That’s why I’m all alone and no one wanted to be my couple.
Still I’m waiting to catch an instant in one’s precious eyes,
Because maybe at least there I will be treated as the disgusting mice