Dark, slow and foggy eyes, strong enough with charm and temperament,
Junky strive to carve milestone after milestones;
Open up! It’s clear to project visible success, undoubtedly, no argument,
Underneath every single conquer, warm blood stains are hidden as hard as silent stones.
Far away I can hear my whisper,
Silently moved close to it, brave enough to hate even my gesture.

Pains, gains and unpredictable rains, vain chain,
Long race! Happy to be in gain, insane!
Enlightened with happily mounted pain,
Popped up! Suddenly, pain chained as a cougar’s mane.
Far away I can hear my whisper,
Silently moved close to it, brave enough to hate even my gesture.

Addicted with my happiness;
Step after steps, breathe after breathe,
Guess existence? Without the breathe in and breathe out openness;
Mark duality of a coin, happiness aside and its pain underneath.
Far away I can hear my whisper,
Silently moved close to it, brave enough to hate even my gesture.