In this habit of living life

If it is a rainy day  

Then out of habit

It will rain

If I have forgotten to carry my umbrella

Then out of habit

I forget to carry my umbrella

And get drenched

When lightning strikes

Then lightning strikes

 

Living, sitting, standing, working out of  habit

Gathering a whole lot of the past from a  little bit of the future

And yet the future remains abundant  

In such a state, making up my mind about  whether God exists, I say

Make me a good human being

And make everyone happy

 

As a result of my efforts, from absolutely nowhere,

Appears a flood of sorrow, more than I know out of habit  

As if a dam of sorrow burst in my  

neighbourhood

And that one straw of happiness that does  not drown,

Floats in the sorrowful face

In the form of a smile  

 

It does not let me drown, nor the neighbourhood

And when lightning strikes

Then lightning strikes

 

In the darkness, in the glow of the lightning

I tread carefully forward

While living life like this out of habit

When I die

Then maybe someone will say I am still alive

But I will still be dead  

And it will be raining

And so in this habit of living life

It will be raining

And after dying, I will

Out of habit

Forget to carry my umbrella.