The world is so beautiful
When I see the splendor of the setting sun setting in the trees I wonder what I deserve to see?
Some people have such a beautiful life
Why can not they see it like me? Why do not they see?
The world is so beautiful
Why can not I just be happy?
Again I feel closed to the world
Next I feel I'm watching it all through the glass
Although living in this world, I really only see him
Because how can I live without being alive?