On a long road that led to the past, I kept walking until I fell apart Regrets made me bury myself in the ground, Each wrong deed of mine hurts like an open wound Searched for the good deeds that I must have done, So in the hell I wouldn't have to burn Oh but my life said it's time to leave, Death is waiting for us in the grave Suddenly, I woke up from my dream, Took a deep breath and saw the sun beams A sign that I was still alive, A sign that I could make things right
About a man who sees a dream about how wrong he had done in the past that he can't find any good he had done and suddenly his time ends.