I’m not writing much of dreams,
but the sweet sorrow of my soul
Drifting away without being notice
Soon will be forgotten
goes on and on,
Trying with much effort, won’t do any good.
It is fate.
Destiny to be nothing but a fading memory
Don’t fear death, fear pain,
Death will end the pain.
It gives peace.
Another day has ended,
What’s the point?
Another useless day of aging, heading nowhere
Time for sleep, hope for another day of boredom.
Needing some great news of Freedom from this misery
Notice or not, it doesn’t matter.
Farewell or hello, it also doesn’t matter
End it must, Begin may not.
Whatever happens, happen.
That is all.