
There is comes again,
That leaves me agony and misery.
The turmoil never seems to end -
As fresh as the early bright
That make us rejoiced,
It feels as if I am going to shine,
But soon comes the cloud of despite :
I try, I try to reshine
But behold the strength of the latter
I feel small, inexisting, futile.
As cheerful as the little bird
that chirps and sings in my balcony,
I tell myself, "hey you beautiful"
But soon comes the tornado, so blurry :
I try, I try to hold,
to turn the winds, to pull the strings
But behold the force of the latter
I vanish, I vanish.
As magnificent as the waterfall
that, undoubtedly, is the power fount
that during the fall, disseminates calmth,
I spin and spin and create an aura around
But soon steps on the nail. Ah, I feel travail!
I try, I try harder to radiate
But behold the pain that penetrates my restraint
I slump. I fall.
Like the Daruma Doll,
I shine again. Oh, I exist.
Like the Daruma Doll,
I sing a lullaby. Oh, I see the winds dancing.
Like the Daruma Doll,
I am a fountain. Oh, what a lovely radiance it is.
Like the Daruma Doll,
I set yet I rise
I topple yet I rebound
(I stumble yet I ramify)

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