As my dream of you has ended,
I used to feel so long abandoned...
Sick and tired of alien faces,
Can't enjoy these gorgeous places...
How can I be somebody else?
All that I live for is just one last chance...
I lie to myself and try to forget,
Sometimes I regret that I'm not dead yet...
And I know that we all die alone,
I wish my heart would turn into stone,
So that I could not feel anymore...
Only tell me, what do I live for?
