Life is a lie with enchanting anguish, And that's what makes it so powerful: With its crude hand it writes Lethal letters. Every time I close my eyes, I say, "As soon as the heart is disturbed, Life is a lie, but even life, sometimes, Garnishes its deception with pleasures. Turn your face to the gray-haired sky, Try to read your fate in the moon; Calm yourself, mortal, and don't demand The truth you can't use." How good it feels, in the blizzard of cherry blossoms, To think that life is a road. Let frivolous darlings lie. Let frivolous friends betray. Whether a tender word touches me Or a tongue cuts sharper than a razorblade, I'm ready for anything, Ruthlessly used to it all. I feel a chill from these heights. The fire of stars carries no heat. Those I loved have denied me. Those I lived for have forgotten me. Even so, repressed and persecuted, I greet the dawn with a smile On this earth, so close and so beloved, And thank life for everything.
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