Seeking pleasure, refusing pain,
endlessly run to nowhere but a loop.
Everything seemed obtained can't lasts,
Like snapping of fingers.
Everything seemed obtained can't be grasped,
Like trying to catch wind.
Where in the world you can find a safety place,
If your heart itself is never feel safe?
Why don't rest for a while?
Like a returning farmer from field,
as if everything was never begin at the first place...