Indifferent

Screaming in agony...
Simply gives strength of majesty ,
To make me happy...
Playing the games of up and down.
Is it necessary to bear the ills!
Yet, the agony puts me in mind of all different phases of life...
But beyond all questions,
In every grief or joy,
To me which is something indifferent,
Frozen in noisy world...
To me, it is a strength...
Which grows out of the agony,
It is only that strength which comes out as pleasant...
But to me something spectacle, indifferent....
Something indifferent.