I fulfil my duty in the great battle as a soldier
I had a wounded heart but I must reach the border
My body is covered with blood and debris
I feel so thirsty and the pain is anguished

I gave myself to the victory of this battle
But I don’t want it back
Because when I give I must have taken something before

The twilight, the flying ember, and the sad sonnets
I see the reflection of water in the horizon,
I want to reach it but I have to let it go
For I can see the truth reveals slowly in the fatamorgana
And that was the time when I will treasure all of the jasmin in the garden
evaporate the smell of heaven
or show a lost sorrow soul
wandering nowhere to go

I carry my body, I carry the spear and the sword
But the weapon that I hold on to is the heart of the matter
when things are gone they will come back
For universe is the divinity of loss and victory
I let it flow in the air that heal
the wounded heart I conceal