Aching souls,
Sons of pain,
Let us share our pain
I will always with you.
Let us share our pain
instead of weeping by quaffing
the bitter drink destiny gave,
Let us weave a hope for the morrow
And long for a good day to come
That longing will lead us ahead
Lead us along flawless paths.
Is not the emptiness, void of gains,
we named losses?
Is it not when seeing a state without gains
seen as loss we worry?
Let us forget measurement
And gains and losses all
Losses illusion
Profits and gains illusions
Fortunes, chances
Worth of experiences
They are real givers of Felicities.
Aching souls,
Sons of pains,
Let us share our pains
And wait for the fortune of chances to come;
Long for a good morrow
That longing may sooth our pangs.
Dear lads, let us share our pangs.
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