Xiao Wei, sometimes I think the life I lead is a lie
And there is nobody I can tell
Everywhere I go I am just another anonymous figure
Tell me, how did it get this way?
To be a man is a lonely road
That sometimes leads to no woman
No home, no hearth, no tribe, no faith
And what I once thought was righteous
No longer seems just or a cause of becoming
For in the end we are just a lifestyle
We are just a bombshell translated
Into someone contemporary, there’s no singular
We are the spirit of history reacting
A fate that can be so tender, so weak
Xiao Wei, in your strength I find homage
Even If I will never taste your food
I can run as fast as a rabbit through the forest
Having no destination to whom can I turn?
Author’s note:
I should be pleased if you follow me here:
Wuji Seshat 