I Love You

In this world I'm but an uninvited guest.
Every place here breathes out cold.
I'm not lost but I am deserted.
I am vis a vis with the city (alone to face the city).

Among meanness and betrayal,
and the judgment too harsh and hasty to execute,
there's but one pleasant factor:
I love you, and this is great.
This is great.
This is great.

I may forever stay on the list of the missing 'soldiers,'
at the front of that invisible war
the war between natural gifts and uselessness.

Everywhere, the principles of non-interference win.
They fuse tin instead of gold.
But there's one pleasant factor:
I love you, and this is great.
This is great.
This is great.

In the kingdom of stupidity and money-grabbing,
among the heaps of commonplace trash,
there's one pleasant factor:
I love you.

I swear forever
that I shall not become prey to ravens.
There's one special factor:
I love you
I love you,
And this is great.
This is great.