I am like the lonely tomb of the sad and isolated.
Every now and then there is a fierce condemnation of false imaginations.
The combination of artificial mechanics is now in my mind, manner and language.
Since then spring has not brought a single flower for me.
I just think about the meaning of life with a blank face.
I feel pain because the promise will fail at some point.
Yet affection is practiced at home as a necessity of life.
I sing the song of life again and again from fresh.
Reluctantly wandering amongst all thoughts, still alone in my hidden pursuits.
I rush to the border of dreamy happiness.
The memories of the past are dimmed by the obsession of loneliness.
I do not know when I started loving the cursed loneliness.
Today in the midst of chaos I still search for You, my lonely heart