I would rather die than live alone.

Will I be able to live after my parents?
I have to be stronger than myself.
Looking into the night alone,
Loving her memories.

Streets that she has deserted,
Under a lonelier sky I am now,
Roses of her voice I will always prize,
Vices of the society are many,
I have not been affected by any,
Victory is mine in the happiness war,
Entertaining not the hate mongers.