Early March 2000 Bagan, Myanmar
Don't say you're misery,
you're gorgeous, you're shining.
And your light cut throgh my heart.
Don't say you're poor,
you have something special
that I never had,
I know what it is and you should be proud of it.
Whatever you've heard from outsiders.
No matter how many pieces you sold today.
You should be proud of your goods.
You should be proud of your look.
You should be proud of your heart.
You should be proud of your surroundings.
You should be proud of yourself,
you, yourself.
There's a road in front of you,
and that'll never be taken away.
I don't know how you can keep it right way.
I don't know how you can keep it right way.
There's a gold inside you,
and that'll never be taken away.
I finally found it here.
I finally found it in you.
Don't say I'm your friend.
I'm not deserved it.
I'm just a stone,
and your light is cutting through my heart.
written on early March 2000 at Bagan, Myanmar.
I really encountered the person who was like gold.
