But Explain This Light To Me

Life is not as written in the books.
In the books, another word was hidden under each word.
Under every face is another face...
It goes like this, there is no end.
I understand now, albeit late.
The words under these words, the faces under these faces are beyond me...

I look at the pain inside.
I'm looking at the idiot inside me.
Yes, I know the word under the words, the face under the faces, but when I feel you inside,
While I believed in you, a light lit up all over the city.
A light that burns constantly on the roads and in the gardens...
You know everything in this life better than me.
Then explain this light that illuminates life every moment I feel you inside of me...

This light that burns day and night on the roads, in the gardens, in the houses...
Come on, make me believe that such a light never existed.
You are a sucker for me...
Worse than children, drunks, idiots...
Because I think the world, people, lives are what they seem...
You're also a sucker for believing that everything is as it seems, and I love that...

But explain this light to me...