When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.