Empty Stream of Consciousness

The years are passing by. What will it take away and what will it bring? No matter how it walks, life is always being lost. In the face of darkness without light, pride is trampled and self-esteem is buried. Imprisoned, forced to kill, the cold land sings the funeral song of dead love, destroying the life with only a little vitality left, the unchanging pain and torture, which is the hatred accumulated for many years. Hate is always just because you are too insignificant; killing is always just because you are too sad; death is always just because you are too powerless. We live in this world that is not dominated by ourselves. All we are waiting for is a desperate struggle on the line of life and death. Who knows the life and death being performed behind that gate? Hope for the future rises in the wailing land. No one will accompany you to the end on this road.