Whence you came from?
With the gleaming sun
And the night so bright
With sparkling stars—
...
Seek inside it,
For you shall find it,
Nothing it hides.
If you give it a chance;
...
From the morning rush,
To the evening fatigue
Everyday you brush
With your passion, somewhere in attic
...
Whence You Come From?
Whence you came from?
With the gleaming sun
And the night so bright
With sparkling stars—
that shine so high
where the beauty is inevitable
And love thats inescapable
whence you came from
My 'dear' hatred
Why, I don't know?
But that I know
That you don't know
And perhaps you might never—understand my know
You may come slowly towards me
My little dear
With trickling drops you enter me
But there's a reason
For you to fear
That you cannot behold me.