Focus tomorrow's horizon
Sorrow means no future
Cover my face
With my guilty hands

It's the season the tress die
The birds don't sing anymore
The rivers [bad word] 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
dramatic dead story
I killed all I have

My sadness is
Translated into madness
I spell meaningless words
poem for sorrow and death