O fate, bloody fate!
Why is it always me?
Sunshine, rain, snow,
Why you always wreck me?
What wrong had I done,
That I was left alone by everyone.
How for friends did I long!
But what you gave me were only sad songs.
You made my life hell;
Did not I deserve to live well!
Whatever I had you took it away,
Why not just slay me as a hunter does to its prey.
It's better a lot to die this way,
Than to live and cry for everything you took away.
You gave me sorrow, you gave me pain,
You gave me suffering & tragedies rained.
I asked for someone to accompany my walk,
What you gave me instead were path full of rocks.
I kept my calm and thought :
Smooth sea do not make skillful sailors;
I was yet to realise,...