Like time that passes by into eternity
Never coming back to alter history
Tell me of what use Is man’s explore the space blindly
If he cannot unravel the mystery of a woman’s mind clearly
He might as well traverse the path of the earth, or even count the sands of the sea
For no other purpose than to boast of its futility
May it be known to men, That all pursuits herein, no matter how lofty
Shall in no way surpass the triumph of winning
And the victory of taming a woman’s heart
