This Life is a Story

What mysteries our fortune has woven,

Only our hearts should hear them.

Slowly, slowly as we enter the gates

Of misty atmospheres of unguaranteed hopes.

The shadows of white clouds of dreams

Into the hopes go deep indeed.

You and I are both lost in awe

Beholding dreams, sleeping or awake.

This life is a story,

What will happen, there’s no way to know.

This life is a caravan,

Where would it go, there’s no way to know.

It’s as if sparks flow,

All over our veins, throughout the body.

Our wits are light and refreshed,

But it’s as if nothing’s under control now.

Restlessness in every limb of ours,

Becoming lightning, it snakes through us.

Sometimes, among these untold moments,

A cloud of sweet pain overshadows the body,

Breath tangled, our hearts pound heavily.

Who knows how our trouble gets erased?

This life is a story,

What will happen, there’s no way to know.

This life is a caravan,

Where would it go, there’s no way to know.