Every day, I get dressed up for you.
Every night, I spend alone.
Unnoticed and alone.
I tried to see "real life".
I tried to see the things you saw.
You condemned my feelings inside,
denying what I could not deny.
You said, "'Real life', this isn't what you've found!"
I said, "'Real life'?
Can it ever be found?
I tried to find this God
that created our world.
In the end I am corrupt.
Such discovery is really the sin.
It's not the way I had imagined.
(God is the oneness of all that is.)
You said, "'Real life', this isn't what you've found!"
I said, "'Real life'?
Can it ever be found?
Every day, I get dressed up for you.
Every night, I spend alone.
Unnoticed and alone.
Ornaments of silver,
leather, and stone.
A trace of thought
underlies my skin.
And I shudder.
Unnoticed and Alone.
Alone Alone Alone
ALONE

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