We rest on Purity

 

We rest on the purity

 

We search and search for,

 

Tears which may sweep down a dizzy confusion,

Sentiments which may break down the selfishness,

Words which may reveal our own compassion concealed somewhere,

In the place that the cross is stood on the roof,

In the group containing the intimacy,

In the community tangled up with blood.

 

However,

we

shed tears because of loneliness again,

upbuild our pride with rediscovered selfishness again,

and take pains to be stabbed by thorns

which make it impossible to approach from heart to heart again.