You enter this world for the first time.
Heads watch anxiously in relief; your Mother looks.
There are tears in her eyes, both of joy and from pain.
You cry, confused—that is all you could do,
Because they can’t understand you.
Months pass and you are still weak,
Crying to express your emotions: anger, pain, and so on.
You are helpless, you cannot move your muscles;
You are at the mercy of your guardian.
Years pass, you grow stronger, you begin to crawl.
You still can’t speak, but they understand you better.
You start walking; your first step excites everyone.
“He’s growing,” they say to themselves.
Years pass, you can speak.
You’re still at their mercy, but you make little decisions for yourself.
Your innocence of the world amuses people.
You laugh, you play, you hold no grudges—always happy.
When you’re scolded, you get angry at them,
But later you run back to their arms, forgetting you were mad.
You have little care of the world; your life is simple.
You eat, play, and people around you laugh.
When you have problems, you never face them alone;
You always ask for help, you know there’s always someone to help.
But then years pass.
You’re no longer innocent; life comes fast at you.
You’re forced to make decisions daily.
You become responsible for yourself.
You get betrayed, you get hurt, you become happy, you become sad.
You try to solve your problems yourself;
You try to take on the world yourself.
If only we could go back to being a child,
When we no longer had a care for anything in this world.
When we were contented with the little things,
When we ran for help when we faced problems,
When we were always happy.
When life was simple, when life was perfect for us,
Even when it didn’t look like it was.
Maybe our world would be a better place;
Maybe people wouldn’t hurt each other, hate each other, fight each other.
Maybe we wouldn’t be depressed,
Because we know everything would always be okay.
Life is simple, why complicate it?
Why give in to our dark desires?
Why hurt each other?
Why keep our problems to ourselves and not seek for help?
At the end, everything is vanity.
For we entered this world with nothing,
And when we leave, no matter what you have acquired,
We leave with nothing.
Heads watch anxiously in relief; your Mother looks.
There are tears in her eyes, both of joy and from pain.
You cry, confused—that is all you could do,
Because they can’t understand you.
Months pass and you are still weak,
Crying to express your emotions: anger, pain, and so on.
You are helpless, you cannot move your muscles;
You are at the mercy of your guardian.
Years pass, you grow stronger, you begin to crawl.
You still can’t speak, but they understand you better.
You start walking; your first step excites everyone.
“He’s growing,” they say to themselves.
Years pass, you can speak.
You’re still at their mercy, but you make little decisions for yourself.
Your innocence of the world amuses people.
You laugh, you play, you hold no grudges—always happy.
When you’re scolded, you get angry at them,
But later you run back to their arms, forgetting you were mad.
You have little care of the world; your life is simple.
You eat, play, and people around you laugh.
When you have problems, you never face them alone;
You always ask for help, you know there’s always someone to help.
But then years pass.
You’re no longer innocent; life comes fast at you.
You’re forced to make decisions daily.
You become responsible for yourself.
You get betrayed, you get hurt, you become happy, you become sad.
You try to solve your problems yourself;
You try to take on the world yourself.
If only we could go back to being a child,
When we no longer had a care for anything in this world.
When we were contented with the little things,
When we ran for help when we faced problems,
When we were always happy.
When life was simple, when life was perfect for us,
Even when it didn’t look like it was.
Maybe our world would be a better place;
Maybe people wouldn’t hurt each other, hate each other, fight each other.
Maybe we wouldn’t be depressed,
Because we know everything would always be okay.
Life is simple, why complicate it?
Why give in to our dark desires?
Why hurt each other?
Why keep our problems to ourselves and not seek for help?
At the end, everything is vanity.
For we entered this world with nothing,
And when we leave, no matter what you have acquired,
We leave with nothing.
