yes it’s true, my life-story is one of a
yet nothing can bring me back what was taken
for my heart is still burning with her flame
i hope i can still join her, whatever the pain
why not? i was the one who forced her from me
i murdered myself a hundred times, you can see
oh, when i realised what i had done to her
i thought of every way to undo the crime
that we could make it how it used to be
you cannot imagine how desperate i feel
this all seems so dream-like and unreal
time1 what is time to someone in grief
i can’t even shed tears, just this blank
perhaps i cried once a century ago
here i stand shadowed by the trees and the
commiting this sad tale onto paper
and to tell you, please think of me!
who created this pain i suffer inside?
who condemned me!
to this immortality!?
reborn with no name
it can never be the same
no more peace for me
i give myself to eternity!