The ego, out of control

One tiny mosquito,

Could keep me in the bed,

One tiny insect,

Could keep me in the bed,

It made me destitute,

It oppressed me,

It made me lifeless,

It weakened me,

Yeah, it is correct,

One tiny mosquito,

Needle punching, day by day,

Saline pumping, day by day,

Such a weak feather this body is,

Such a fragile cotton shrub this body is,

Worthless things inside this body,

Like bones, veins and intestines,

Squeezed due to one tiny mosquito,

What ridiculousness if seeking comfort from this serpent, body,

No matter how much we feed, bathe and soothe,

It stings when it wants,

If my body is like this, shame on that kind of impolite body!

What is the core of this body? if a tiny insect can change it,

This body is a banana stem with no woody materials inside,

If my body is like this, shame on that kind of impolite body!