Focus tomorrow's horizon
   Sorrow means no future
   Cover my face
   With my guilty hands
  
   It's the season the trees die
   The birds don't sing anymore
   The rivers never come back
   Nature dies out
  
   This tragic figure
   Destined to hurt never heal
   What end can save me
   What good gives me an end
  
   Nothing is innocent
   Nothing is fair
   I keep wondering
   How did I end up like this
  
   First passion
   Now is lost
   A dramatic dead story
   I killed all I have
  
   My sadness is
   Translated into madness
   I spell meaningless words
   A poem for sorrow and death