You arrived... who knows where it began.

I departed ... with no starting point either.

Let go of the burden of needs and desires.

Looking back a hundred years, just an illusory mist.

What do I have since the time of appearance in this world?

What’s left when the journey of life ends?

Tomorrow, the sunlight fades, the rain dries up,

The embrace is loosened, just enough for a lingering touch.

Tomorrow, the path of longing, a realm of sorrow.

Eyelashes gently close; a faraway smile.

I return silently to the end of existence.

Only a few verses still linger in this illusory world.