I owe everything to you. I was devastated when I met you. You fixed me. You took it from my hand. I kissed you like bread, put you on my forehead, blessed you.
Man is so precious, so sacred and valuable. Some are gold, some are copper. This is the world of viewing. Fair of the spirits. The curtain is closed with another game during the night and another day.
One more leaf from the logbook remains.
I keep time, memory and all their besieged lives as much as I save me for me.
Times that pass without anyone's frustration and heartache.
Some are happy, some are half, and some are crying. Life goes on with the joy and sorrow of those who are left behind.
O eternal, O first and owner of the hereafter
O inheritors of all worlds
Entrust me to the one who does not let go of what you hold by the forelock.