The angel of a rapid death
I feel myself a prisoned dead,
A dude who leaves the world of dreams.
I have no thing for me ahead.
No thing for me behind, it seems.
I'm stick between the death and life.
My soul decreases very fast.
I am the one who was deprived
Of all the things that could have last.
No chance to have a pot of luck,
To feel the happiness within,
To see that ones whom really loved,
To find my sacred hided bin.
I'm not a dead but still I'm here.
In deep within of navy depth.
I'm left alone with only seer -
The angel of a rapid death.
