I am waiting for one world.
There is no any struggle.
The Birth of Tragedy.

There is no any pity.

In this quiet night.

I have lost my truth.
I beg you to take my soul away.
In this dying dust.

There is no color.
Breath has no smell.


My shadow with my soul.
In a gray area.
Even asleep.

But never break.
Waiting for the fate to follow.


I am waiting for a miracle.
Before the scenery stops.
Who can guide me to leave.

Before I could not breathe.

In this quiet night.

I have lost my truth.
I beg you to take my soul away.
In this dying dust.

There is no color.
Breath has no smell.


My shadow with my soul.
In a gray area.
Even asleep.

But never break.
Waiting for the fate to follow.