
The wheel of fortune,
revolving around the mind,
as the wheel of life.

The wheel of fortune,
revolving around the mind,
as the wheel of life.
When life gives you rains,
go outside and stand below—
miracles shower.

Though well intended,
rebellion without humour—
a great depression.

Humankind, like trees,
though going different ways,
bonded by the ground.

Look up then look down,
ever it’ll stay, in your mind—
the springing of spring.