How many long hours have we gone through?
How many people have I seen end up with?
Experienced the baptism of time
All that is left is loneliness and loneliness
the world is changing
All that remains are the disappearing memories.
The memories I once had
Now as time passes, it slowly fades out of sight.
The only remaining
It's just a shell
Empty soul, numb and lonely
Just a body
that long life
It only stayed in that year and passed away
lonely death
------"Preface"