Who can blame the rain’s refreshment
or the heat of the rising sun?
For the flowers bloom
and beauty comes—

Who can blame the dance’s disruption
or the loss of tip-toe rhythm?
True spirit flows then
and brilliance escapes from within—

Who can blame life’s unfairness:
death, poverty, or love unfound?
No one can deny the growth
when endurance sets the outcome—

Who can blame? Who can blame?
Reality is innocent, no need to shame.