No one likes to fall ill, but I like to fall ill since I can see you standing at the foot of my bed,
resisting your irresistible tears, vainly pushing back your overwhelming fear,
throwing away my pains with your compassionate hand.
No one likes to feel depressed, but I like to feel depressed,
since I can see you patting my head, kissing my forehead, housing an endowed joy between my rips,
showing me a Heaven into your loving eyes.
No one likes to feel hopeless, but I like to feel hopeless,
Since I can see you holding my hands, showing me your endless plans, striding with me towards an amiable rosy tomorrow.
No one likes to navigate through the unpleasant ocean of swelling obscurity, but I like to explore through this unpleasant ocean of obscurity,
Since I like to meet your directing eyes, Conqueror of Darkness, my eternal beacon, when I get drifted away from certainty and security.
No one likes to feel abandoned by all, but I like to feel abandoned by all,
since I can feel your hug, my shady spot, during the blazing heat of the arid land of this heartless world.