The sun goes down
And the wind gently flaunts.
I was hiding behind a mysterious mirror,
where I looked at myself as a stranger

Much inquires like questions in my body,
Should I run out of this world,
And reconcile the past?
To stab the knife in a soul of misspent youth
where blood goes blue, that’s what I hoped for
A freezing corpse without a breath
weeping like an unborn child

The mirror I hid behind,
Revealed the truth I have to say.
My soul does not belong to me,
But God is the owner of all

If you were afraid of the day of judgment
I would **** you without concern
God would not punish me,
The killer was the mirage inside mirror

The death summoned pain from you.
While you, yourself, plant flowers in gun tips,
While you change the bullets to violin notes.

The death summoned, oh, from you.
While you, yourself, plant bombs inside your necks,
While you giveaway yourself as blessings to God.

More than death,
You wish to be brave among the others.
Maybe death is a little thing, but to live is,
the other thing that you lost your power to.
In order to not fear, the coming of death.

On one boat that sails,
I bear death on that,
In order to leave it far away as I could,
And wish that death would not come to me.
I had described many of things
From how my life would end up,
To that, death is such a pleasure
And that, how life has, finally, returned to God almighty.

Now that, I have escaped far away,
I bear the death to overseas.