O my desolate being,
Make me solid matter!
Cease my consciousness
Into pieces I will shatter.

This sense of torment
So painful so unbearable,
This human life only hurts
Creating unlimited trouble.

If I become hilarious,
Grief starts stepping,
Tears fill my eyes as if
Life is only for weeping.

O sands of Time,
Make me particle!
I can't bear this burden of life
It's a cage, an ornamental buckle.