Happiness is a mirage, a ghost, a moment.
You know, when you taste the first ice cream,
When you make your first prototype,
That is happiness, the instant.
We want it to last forever, but we don’t,
If we did and it was so, we would all stop,
And do nothing, there is no pursuit anymore,
No, nothing, permanent happiness means death,
So is sadness.
Like a scale with happy and sad in balance,
Too sad, you run to happy, too happy go back to sad.
And so on and so forth until the end.