In the cold night, a cry of despair is made
In the cold night, a cry goes unheard

I fear what I must, so I fear what I am
Since what I am, I must fear

Alone on the path of life
Throughout the vast plains of existence

Hear my cry
Do not deny

For I am but a lone soul
With a sharp mind

One day, the path of life will end
One day, the narrow strait of my coffin will be found