Exonerate yourself from all the pains,
Save your empathy for this sinister world,
Because happiness is always the past,
But — sadness is present.
Wish for amber may not always decorate you,
Sometime darkness of charcoal also dazzles you from inside,
Peeling off your frozen tears,
Into a flood that will enrich you with life.
Engrave your hatred into butter,
Your love into steel,
That the heat of complications always warms your cold heart,
And the melody of your intangible laughter echoes throughout the universe.