There is no rhythm today.
Just like in the rest of my life.
Even if you try to find the rhythm,
Sometimes it loses its tempo.

You glance, searching for the truth.
The desire to find is too powerful.
But the truth demands chaos,
As a storm demands lightning.

If you think the truth is easy, don’t.
You can burn your whole body.
Easy is only an air balloon,
Which also needs fire.

How can you find the truth without fire?
How can you understand silence without a spark?
So, before you make a wish,
Think about whether it is worth it.

We are all reaching for harmony.
We want peace and coziness.
That is why sometimes it is better not to know.
Sometimes it is better not to try.