Sixty-nine tears dropping from only one eye:
sixty-nine tears and the sound of a heart splitting in two.
In some corner of the gloomy large room, a soul breaking free.
Happiness, sadness, all that stuff doesn't matter anymore;
only the feeling of freedom matters,
only the feeling of living in peace with oneself matters:
like a bird chirping in a tree,
like the blowing wind pushing a boat across the blue sea.
In absence of any god, we fly free.