My first emotion, and my first word
For the first time visiting the human world,
I was discombobulated, and the only way to express how I felt was through tears
Ever since then I have been tearing up for more than two decades
So, now I’m all dried up
Besides, tears solve nothing, but the action does
If I must shed a tear, it will be tears of joy
For my salty tears which I have wasted, will last me for twenty generations to come
It’s twenty-twenty, no more tears, only joyous tears
If I have the right juice, my tears can create a seasonal stream
Given that it will be a salty stream, but the guarantee of afterward peace
Reverting to my former self, still retaining my kind heart
Will it be a stream of sadness or a stream of happiness?
Hence, the last tears, as I seat and observe how it will all play out.