In the midst of darkness,
I stepped my foot into a new world.
In a luminous world of darkness…

For a while I misread the glorious minds
Which just feigned to be so.
The actuality can be seen behind the gauze
If one really finds.
I trusted them,
It was my fault.

Instead of choosing the path of immorality,
I chose the one of honesty.
But then I was enmeshed in a trap of bogus blame
Of being the cause of the storm.
Was choosing the purity really my fault?

Oh my superior decision maker!
Have the capacity of choosing the right and wrong on your own,
Because though not dumb, but blind and deaf you are,
My fault was that I entered this polluted world.
I have respect for you, but not fear…
And if this value is my fault,
I’m ready for any wound to bear…