I realise that I can't remain
My eyes are tired, cause it's a dusty place
I don't want to overplay
Same meaningless scenes every day
I was at top and was at the bottom
But I always shined in another's souls a gloom of autumn
I perished and revived
And I was like a salty tide
All my deads are noted in sandy scroll
Which is not under my control
And walking through the empty streets
I thirst for the shades of memories
I was born in the dead zone
Every time fall under the cyclone
and this is unbearable
But in another way to me it is terrible