HIGH COMPASSION-BRAHMAN

No Answer

I'm going to fall flat on the sky

No Answer

Days that will even block off the light

I say turn it up

But no one knows my wish

So turn it up

The sun goes down again

No power

The goal still stays far from me

No power

I'll know the afternoon for tomorrow

Sometimes I wish quit living here

Just standing to the sky.

Sometimes I quit to open my mouth

With no power, and just misery

Where does everything go back?