Why this my life Split
Drinking,
Created in the soil of time?
Why did it laugh
Light dew on grass leaf
Glow and shine
That flew in the temperature of experience
Why when love is no more
So the memory was stuck in the mind?
Nothing has been done, guests left,
Just the smell of dishes remained in the whole house ...
Why is this my question from my concern
Turtle me all night, overnight
Like a rat hidden in newspapers in the legs
Keep doing murmuring
All those things,
There could also be lies,
But so Could also be true
The thing is that sensations,
There are no things
And really idea too
Do not come under the trend of words
Your respective place
Both are true
Or will be;
But what is the truth, this question
We don't pick up
And if you collide
They do not have fallen