Getting tired of the lies called love,
Getting tired of the lies called hatred.
Getting tired of the lies called friendship,
Getting tired of the lies called stranger.
Getting tired of the lies called family,
Getting tired of the lies called enemies.
Friends and stranger, families and enemies,
they come and go, no matter how hard we wish they stay.
After all people's heart won't stay the same.
Pain and sorrow, joy and happiness,
they're but a castle built upon sand.
By water and wind, it vanished.
In desperation people built it over and over,
by blood and tears it succeed again and again.
Yet in vain they lost it from one to another.
Listen with sympathy,
live is but a loop of jumping dream.
One end would mark another beginning of endless cycle.
Humans' greed, lust, and ignorance turn it eternally.
Listen with joy,
mind is but a tricky magician.
It made us sees pain as pleasure, and pleasure as pain.
By understanding our greed,
someday we might understand what is the most precious thing to us...