Morning sun rised as same as usual,
Yet I lost the most precious dream.
Why won't the sun fail to rise,
On behalf of mourning for me?
Realizing the fact of effort being regard as meaningless,
Living with hope seems to be foolish thought,
Death, please take this soul away.
Even the sky won't rain for me,
Not even a drizzle.
Despite my dread,
Even time fail to stop,
Don't they know it was my end?
"You were destined to have no dream"someone told me,
"Every dream would end on despair."
Still I tried to have hope with me,
Till I founds it only torments,
Ended up vanishing in shadow,
Rather not to start any hope.
Death, hear my prayer,
All faith of this soul had lost,
You shalt take it with thee.