C153 Gratitude 2

I looked over to Ruba, who was staring at his sister, pleasantly surprised at the dance his disciple had offered him.

As I played, I sang passionately, "I come from a dust cloud. Who can tell my fragility? Where do I come from, where do I belong? Who will call me at the next moment? Although the world is wide this road is difficult to walk, I have seen the rough and rough human life