Lustre pictured way; known and unknown new.
Intertwined branching and long straight view.
Branching been my way to married from crazy youth.
Long straight road takes my mind; find its truth.
Grasses and thorns created fears and hesitations.
For branching one's safe, no troubles and desperation.
Crowded lions might be waiting; devour my lone spirit.
Afraid not to reach home; rest with merit.
With fear I walked the road, trials been gladly faced.
The difference been discovered, hesitations been erased.
Firm thorns all bow down, gave their praises .
I who been afraid, again walked the way of thorns and grasses.