Listen to this: Now the summer is passed, it might never have been;

It is warm in the sun, but it isn't enough;

All that I could attain, like a five-fingered leaf, fell straight into my hand, but it isn't enough;

Neither evil nor good has yet vanished in vain;

It all burned and was light, but it isn't enough;

Life has been like a shield and has offered protection;

I have been very lucky, but it isn't enough;

The leaves were not burned, the boughs were not broken;

The day shines like glass, but it isn't enough.

—Stalker(1979)