Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Instinct is will when consciousness decides,
The game begins with the rise of charm,
An unclear seed takes on a lucid form,
A tear fulfills joy at the well.
The beginning is brightness with a touch of cold,
Along the path, the meaning of life is gained,
Tributaries cleanse, the river of thoughts expands,
Through strength and clarity, beauty is attained.
The wider the river, the less its power shines,
Calm currents foretell the sky in the depths,
The image of life grows ever more faded,
A line of light leads the way to eternal glory.
