| 1 | It must be this building over there. | |
| 2 | The run-down old house cried for a coat of paint. | |
| 3 | The mind is like a screen hiding our real reality. | |
| 4 | Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings; | |
| 5 | When this screen is dropped we know who we really are. |