Still, I have many points to talk to myself
Many reasons to quarrel with me
Many tears to shed in front of me.
Still, I fail to make friendship with me
Fail to sulk with me
Fail to live in peace with me without escaping the rest,
Yet to bloom the flowers of my self-confidence,
Yet to walk on a firm footing,
Still to pat on my back, thank, love and inspire me.
Still, I need to know and understand myself.
I need to give up ego, jealousy, violence.
Still to explore good quality within me
That’s why it’s time to find out
When I can sit face to face with me!
When the evening comes at the end of the day,
The evening stars wave their hands,
I feel discomfort inside the chest
because a lot of the work is left to do still now
But the golden boat and the boatman have arrived for me.
