Be thankful.

Fare thee well, in the ocean stars do bathe—imagine till life soars, imagine till passion vows.
Grip it by the heart, by the feet; till life itself perceives its defeat.

Compel the knowledge that this soul owes nothing to the fruit bred and grown.
It is to perform revenge so sweet upon creation—may the unfairness believe it.

To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.
To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.

Hysteria, hysteria I welcome you!

Feebleness is a dear acquittance, to learn from the first-hand experience is it not beautiful?
It is to live, to die—a reborn, morning after morning, as a brand-new soul.

Comfort comes, and it goes, welcome the uncertainty it is brand most wonderful.
To not ever be truly satisfied— remain to be on a path for forever more.

To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.
To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.

Hysteria, hysteria I welcome thee!

Hysteria, hysteria, I welcome thee!

Thankful is one to be for happiness, moreover for all difficulties.