Reality is too cruel, too brutal.. I don't even have the right to dream....
As I think about the future, the tears will come out again,...
Even if there isn't an answer, I'll feel better by writing it down...
I've looked for a pair of helping hands,.. But I couldn't feel them, couldn't see them,.. I only face towards the darkness,.. And hear the sounds of my hopeless screams....

When I'm not with you,.. It's agonizing..
I can't give you anything in return and for that I'm sorry.. I won't see you again.