Asked to bring me happiness
Ignorant, brought me sorrow instead
then, sorrow it is.
Know not the road,
right or wrong.
Unlimited happiness - though that thought
fills me with darkness
The secret does not show itself - my wish
This darkness, I prefer
Night, when all knows, his light shines on them.
Why come as a light, not a face?
He becomes mine...
closes, as a dream; as always,
The truth which never desired.
