the pain of longing doesn't go away, not even if I imagine tomorrow
I cry even if I drown in tears, I scream even if you fall apart
I run and I can't catch it, it's a chase every day
death falls on us , like it vibrates
beibe!
I'm calling you back
what if the memories disappear
what if my voice is forgotten
beibe!
I shout, don't disappear into the darkness
we are wrapped in white cloths
we are packed in a common coffin
I tear my roots scattered, in the little devils' yard
like a child longs for comfort, and doesn't understand the question
quietly pondering what to love
tears turn to blood, the torturer's grip squeezes the heart