How much filth is hidden behind the hustle and bustle of the city?
How much sorrow is buried in this crazy soul
The tears buried deep in my heart are made from how much resentment and anger accumulated
The imprisoned mind is unable to break free from its self-limiting prison
The surface of the scenery is covered with a crying self
Such a hateful and pitiful person
in this fallen city
at the cost of life
Asking for a requiem to escape this life