I need the painkiller, to kill myself..to rest...
 I'm pest...like the tintless wings of a painful pain
 Watch the nightfall tears,
 I'm the last corner of solitude
 Such a grave, so cold
 Where the wishes in grief will be shed
 
 When the mourner moments walk to silence
 And dying flowers smile in gloomy sadness,
 How could shade sorrow by calmness?
 
 Withheld beauty!
 All these kisses will be your salve
 For the wounds and your shoulders...
 
 I wish we were far away from all this sorrow
 In the world that pain had no place, had no meaning,
 Even in our dreams
 I still remember the wailing of trees
 Their wailing, to live beside the sinister humanity...