They'll acknowledge you "exist" only if you help them.
They will tell you "stay" when you pass them by.
If you stay, they will tell you: "Give us what you have!"
If you don't give them what you have, they will tell you: "Die!"
If you cannot die, they will tell you: "Go back!"
When you die, they will tell you: "Tell us what you see!"
They will call it sky, the world you live under.
They will call it world, that which you live in.
When you die, they will call it dream.
They will call it "light", that sadness from your face.
"Who is your God?" they will ask.
"What is your name?" they will ask.
But you, a lonely child, you know nothing.
You will stay alone among people.
You will crash and weep in a corner.
Don't be sorry.
You have a beautiful heart.
Only you have this heart.
All the mountains will be a bridge for you.
All the love exist,
I see...
is here...
...now.