Life Is Not Bad Enough

Sometimes I feel this is useless to prolong the living In another time in another place the feeling is quite the opposite And I go possessed with the idea that I must see the end of this uselessness; Frequently I go angry with all the people around me For being a pathological liar or being a diabolical hypocrite or a just cheater Yet I take pity on them for being so helpless in front of truth; The truth of life helps me to think a bit deeper And all my bitterness goes in a swipe when I see the frivolity of life From depth I rise thinking if I create something that wouldn't be bad enough; No sooner I get the creative mind from the crowd I find someone to say If I would talk to her, if I would make her my friend Life is very puzzling so it is very beautiful, we together must stir it and explore; Sitting on a bank of a river I saw streams to gyrate vigorously Here I see friendship and love are more perplex and tumultuously demanding Yet the taste of love is not bad enough to get it once in one's entire life.