Nothing can offer content
Nothing can ease the pain
Nothing can wear off the sorrow

One is born to bear within

While your world is woth of trying

My world is mere cold
No chance in disillusion
Only the end of the road


Man weighed down with sorrow
Anguished from the sole being

Destined to live with uneasiness
Always the hard way


Cold is the world
For the ones excluded
Dark is the path

In the absence of light
Compelled to cherish beauty in longing
Cling on love amidst of the suffering


No chance in disillusion
No, not in this world

Not for a man
Weighed down with sorrow
Only the end of the road