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Explanation in English
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My life is like a circle without a circumference,
There is no control, this life of mine is without discipline.
I am so intoxicated with myself, that there is no restraint;
My journey is only for four days, yet I have no awareness of time.
Where the center point is unknown, how do I give my identity?
Where I haven't heard the cry of a weeping soul,
How can I then feel sorrow for someone else's grief?
Where humanity has died, there is no consideration for anyone;
Indulging in material pleasures day and night, how do I recognize my own soul?