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