Number two

Number Two

 

I always look up to,

but I have some pride. 

I consider I am always distinguished from others,

but I am filled with jealousy.

I regard that the difference of only one thing for the best can be easily surpassed,

but I do not easily go over the wall.

Because

I do not see the one of the top

but see the many of the below. 

The many look up to me,

And I replace a vacant place with the nobler humanity, neither the lack nor the idleness. 

As

my lust to desire for the best,

and my inside filled with envies to break down the summit,

disguising themselves with the mask of peacefulness,

I am

alienated among the crowd

in the inferior place,

in the incomplete place.

Merely

my eyes of jealousy

is set toward the first.