歌词
Since my sixteenth birthday,
Doubts have plagued my sleep,
Each yawning daybreak found me hopeless,
Writhing underneath the sheets;
I searched four years to find myself
Some purpose to this life
Dividing wrong from right,
Even mere consciousness caused such pain.
Walking through the woodland;
Tender springtime leaves;
Those little flowers in the meadow
Speak of innocence and peace:
There is no refuge in this world,
no saviour, "Self", nor soul
discarding every goal
When understanding comes -
There is love.