Of All these things that have happened to me
I see them as in vain
For the reason will bewilder me
Thou, the memory
Of all these things that are happening to me
I see them as strange
For, if love is the reason, then so is pain
So is pain
The reason of this earthly existence
is a mystery to me, to which I bow my head
For, if love is the reason, then so is pain
So is pain