I'm dying in vain,
I'm closing my eyes with pain.
all the thirsts and all the stuggles I gain
will still remain.

those fame I dreamed of,
those Game I played,
those struggles I take
I will leave them and forsake.

to thee I struggled so much,
thy roaring sounds still bothering me.
to thee I cried so hard,
my words at this pass were vain and bootless.