As the jail enclosed with walls,
you are my sustenance;
As the crevasse where I stand on the ice slice,
you make me cowardice;
As the water roam about Venice,
you drown me in tears;
As the root tills and sucks the earth,
you make me luxuriance.
Now I do live here without purpose,
just a casual life can not be self sacrifice;
If you don't treat self a masterpiece,
ignorance will become an elegant essence.