Fight is long – For winning fame - It’s brought to naught. Growing old With poisoned fate - The nerves are taut. Fight is long – The virtual glow Enchanting you. Will you crave For limpid air To heal your soul? * * * Now I see the sky, I regain control, And I greet the Sun - So I carry on. * * * We long For different game - Sincere and true. Will you soar With me to play? - Give up your chain. Will you long For different song, Reviving you? Will you crave For truth To heal your soul?