Scars that you can’t heal are thorns in your heart that you can’t remove
Our mutual understanding that we can’t put an end to
I’ve lost my balance and am hobbling
The radiant evening sunlight is looking at me rather softly and tells me,
“I don’t fit with you, you and I don’t go together”
Every day severals tens of times, possibilities I think about several hundreds of times
‘Everything exists to come to an end’
In order to accomplish greed, it doesn’t rest
The soul you can’t have, it rests
At the end of an intense war, the bird that’s lost it’s wing and crashed
Every day severals tens of times, possibilities I think about several hundreds of times
‘Everything exists to come to an end’
Cause I have got no place to go
And no place to hide no will to fight.