Stillness

Sixty-nine tears dropping from only one eye:

sixty-nine tears and the sound of a heart splitting in two.

In some corner of the gloomy large room, a soul breaking free.

Happiness, sadness, all that stuff doesn't matter anymore;

only the feeling of freedom matters,

only the feeling of living in peace with oneself matters:

like a bird chirping in a tree,

like the blowing wind pushing a boat across the blue sea.

In absence of any god, we fly free.