I am so disheartened by the world that my form is the form of loneliness , see my death in yourself, my death is spectacular, you want to watch me at the top, watch me, watch me, I was a liar from yesterday, deny me today, in this world, where even the clouds do not cry, we are all fleeing from me, you too forgo this, only a name left of what I was and am my heart because my notebook is empty, the pen has withered. My hand is tied in my work, I am trapped in myself, what is the way forward except to sink into myself, the comrades went one by one, they left me with them , they were all my pain, I thought that they were sympathetic, surprisingly from the loved ones who were my singing companions, they were towards the peak of the destruction of my flight bridge, they were tied in my work, I was trapped in myself except for immersing myself in myself. I have a way ahead of me , the comrades went one by one, they left me with them, they were all my pain, I thought they were sympathetic.
