Would you be pleased to see the flowers scattered across the lake?
You on the water who no longer wakes or sleeps
My beloved child, who was destined to be killed by me today
You must have died yesterday
And you’ll die again tomorrow
I would have done the same in the past
And I will do the same in the future
The moment I am certified as a parent becomes the sound that еchoes forever
I claw at your whitе skin in fear
By the lakeside which tells where the wind is going
Similar to the place where the great loser had his revelation
I see the floating boats from a small cottage and long for the day when the door knocks again
Like the sky, the story can start anywhere and end anywhere
Thus spoken of, Eternity
Please smile, vortex
To those who have been struck by the cleverly concealed meaninglessness of existence
Would you be pleased to see the flowers scattered across the lake?
You who no longer wakes or sleeps
You who was destined to be killed by me today
You must have died yesterday
And again tomorrow
Will I be able to withstand the great fortune?
Let me give meaning and name to the dust
Only the desire to go further shatters our weakness that makes us wish for the same happiness as others
Please smile at me
I'll never be afraid again
No fatigue, no madness
I'll accept the eternity of the moment
Start the story with my hand on your neck
Finish the story with your smile while you call me father
We won’t use our eyelids to dream
We ignore our God-given instinct and have a sweet dream
Beyond which even entropy begs for its life
Beyond where the vortex smiles at us