I summon you, come, share my solitude
The mirror of my fear, my hopes and my dreams;
My spirit, oh spirit, give fortitude
A lost soul floating in an endless stream.
Oh pull me from the wreckage of my youth,
Pick up the pieces of the old time bliss;
Lead my existence to the path of truth
For the rebirth of life and happiness.
But the wind from the East is still blowing
Certainly, oblivious of time and space;
I shall now stand up, my awakening
My spirit and I no longer in haze.
Truly, life and spirit are two but one,
It is where everything began.