It is now empty
The pen that I used to grab
Writing joy and fate
Now I stay with emptiness
You should've never left
Before the ink runs out
Now it's thousand years
To wait you to come back

Give me another pen
Ink as black as the old one
Either I'll write another fate
Or erase the other joy
I'll stay with emptiness
Until you are here
With a finished "Joy and Fate"