My life seems to be so obscure,
And I just can’t convey,
As all the leaves in the summer’s day,
Blown away by the autumn wind.
All that was and is to come,
Now has just fades away.
Trap in the malicious world,
Turn myself to a callous being,
Fallen angel at my feet,
Whispering sweetly to my ear.
Smell of death is drawing near,
Once emerge, there’s no turning back.
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