I'm feeling closer.
Closer of losing my soul.
Close to a darkness of a poser.
A poser?
The love proclaimed for me, that poser.

Like the waves bursting into to the sea,
I'm fighting with all of me.

Who would think of me?
I'm coming closer.
Closer and closer.
Without any composer
I'm losing it,
Even that fighting against it,
It's winning,
Sooner, it's strong.

Sooner or later, All I will have
It's this worthless body which shames
All fire which flames
Can't erase it, from all sadness in the world.