I don't need the meaning of existence. There is no reason why I came to like you. If I can't accept my destiny who should I confide it to? to my mother? to my lover? to my sisters? Everywhere I run away, death hangs around me. Nowhere is a hideaway. I don't turn around. But anyway, go away. You look from a round hole. someday I'll stay indoors and listen to the footsteps that approach me. What do you want from me? my worn out body? or my spoiled mind? Anyway, go away. You look from a round hole. someday I'll stay indoors and listen to the footsteps that approach me. I will listen to the footsteps that approach me. I'll close my eyes nervously.