Without hope. Without love. She sees herself. From below and above. Her untied hand. She smears the spit. Pleasure and suffering. Her beliefs conflict. It brings a smile. She cannot pretend. To believe that life. Really has no end. See the leaves. They're dying again. See the moth. It's flying again. See the leaves. They're dying again. See the moth. It's flying again. See the grass. It's dying again. See the sun. It's trying again. It's trying again. It's trying again. It's trying again. It's trying again...