Tell me if there is a reason to become the wind that transforms our world. Tell me if I could undertake reason, and transform it into love. If this is so, tell them that I am not willing to let go the life that has been given to me. So, this is it, where everything begins and ends. I recall the days emptying my sugar dreams in terrible regret. When will pain be an asset I am willing to lose? When... Let pain go. ... I am willing to transform into love.