I thought that I am a precious jewel,
Hearing muffled voices of standing ovations.
Thoughts played that my enterprise,
Is to be polished, be perfect, and be wise.
I’ve tried my best to hit the target
Of souls whose affection I yearn to get.
This heart of mine have inert gases,
Striving to show only wonderful poses.
But then a worm crawls in the apple.
And starts to spread stink in its middle.
And the glass was broken into pieces,
And white flags seem to sprout from the dishes.
Hush now, precious jewel and be comforted.
In the list of exalted, you are now counted.
Hearing muffled voices of standing ovations.
Thoughts played that my enterprise,
Is to be polished, be perfect, and be wise.
I’ve tried my best to hit the target
Of souls whose affection I yearn to get.
This heart of mine have inert gases,
Striving to show only wonderful poses.
But then a worm crawls in the apple.
And starts to spread stink in its middle.
And the glass was broken into pieces,
And white flags seem to sprout from the dishes.
Hush now, precious jewel and be comforted.
In the list of exalted, you are now counted.
