I have been stuck into your love snareWithout my own acknowledgementI am perfectly happy to lose freedomIn your snareI have wandered for so longI long for calm to restrict meIn your narrow spaceI criticize my pastSometimes I struggle in your snareThat is a sweet painThe struggle is not for freedomBut for your netting me more tight

　　I raise my head and lookYou are in the colorful cloudsI lower my head and thinkYou are in my mindI set out farawayYou are in my luggageYou are in flowing in my veinsYou are in every cell of my lifeYou are my love.