A day seems dark
Night still dark
Yet I smile,
Trying to make a light
I want loneliness,
I want sadness,
It seems it's my happiness,
A melancholic happiness
Everybody making fun,
Someone worries
I worry someone
I pretend to make fun of everybody
I was born to die
I lived to leave
I'm guess I'm ready
Burden won't become steady
It is hard,
It is painful
Not for me,
But for my everybody
I sit here, sometimes lying
Crying in the inner
Not in the outer,
It will be a forever cycle