Like darkness
, once upon a day  
I beamed with virtue ‘
Then I asked?  
unpainted must all  my  colors fade?
Like broken strain , must I chant with ire ?
Like a vase ‘ what’s part of me is halfway empty
Smashed  into pieces cluttered is the pain of existence  

While  I dance to un old grudge
  It sings of  grief !
Telling an old folk
of a faultless villain
That lights with beam
In world full of madness