Of all these things that have happened to me 

I see them as in vain 

For the reason will bewilder me 

Thou, the memory 



Of all these things that are happening to me 

I see them as strange 

For, if love is the reason, then so is pain 

So is pain



The reason of this earthly existence 

is a mystery to me, to which I bow my head 

For, if love is the reason, then so is pain 

So is pain