Born I was tied to this world.
Strings tied around me.
Grasped by this orchestra.

I start to sing.
Singing along.
Playing these strings.
Together we play.
Together we pull.
Melody flows through us.
Harmonizing through love and tragedy.

Until I cut the string.
Until I stop singing along.
Until I reach the end of my song.
Buried under this coliseum without a hint of sound.