Flying Feather
Mortal Life
Looking through the guide, a path to find the lord came to my mind
Need to leave mortal life, walking in daze thinking all the time
Saw a fish swimming in icy water, caught by the bait as it dies.
Then I found my lines...
We are all fish swimming in the swarm of lies
Waiting to get caught by the bait , called worldly desires
Petty things arouse our minds
How can we hope to reach the great one in this life.