Crossing the vast sea of life, far away,
Dropping umbrellas when it rains, getting soaked in the distance.
Easily forgotten assistance, it’s the center of our capability,
Breaking before the truth, it’s a part of lost time.
Leaving behind the shelter when the rain stops blowing,
We forget the umbrella that once covered our heads.
In someone’s compassion, we lose ourselves,
What was a helper, a friend, takes a place in everyone’s heart.
But in the ocean of memories, we should understand,
Not to lose assistance, it’s the true treasure.
To flow amidst unknown directions,
To search in the darkness of boredom,
To dwell with strangers,
To lose freedom, taken away far into the unknown.
We fail in the gift of friendship,
We play with our emotions,
Taking someone’s help is painful,
We become inwardly lost in losing freedom.
Yet to be cautious in the sea of worries,
To establish assistance in people’s hearts,
Beyond the limits of love, foreseeing the future,
That’s the real wealth, never to be lost.
