If death is I have to face,
Such is God's disgrace.
My perish would be unsung,
For God, I'm gravely young.

The depression can't I hide,
Accompanying me till I died.
Long may you rule,
For God, my age is cruel.

Nothing would ever last,
Yet my life is what to be lost.
Passions are dried,
And dreams all died.

I dare not to be blessed,
Nor more time I request.
Seeing more would suffice,
After all, we will all pay the price.

For God, end me now.