I can hear the sound of rain outside
Unfortunately I am existing
Forced to breath, forced to think

few memories leads nostalgic thoughts
They slowly form into a feeling
Words aren't enough

Only this feeling of nostalgia
But only death will show
The [bad word] meaning of life

This longing of mine will never end
It will continue until the day I die

Disabled by life, seeking [bad word] Nothing seems interesting
To me