Nothing can stop, can't stop anymore.
He's gotten so tired, right? Nothing can stop him anymore
Nothing can stop his gaze on the
rods and no world behind the rods, no world.
Your gaze has become so tired as the rods pass by,
There ? Nothing can hold him anymore.
It seems to him as if there were a thousand rods and no world.
But I continue to sway upwards.
Unfortunately it is not death, but the eternal torment of dying.
Death is none of our business,
Because as long as we exist, death is not there;
And once it is there,
We are no longer