20.08.2017
The Details of My Life
This deal has become seriously too muchWhy does my pain never end?
Or, why do the details of my life
and my memories hurt him?
If there was a point to my suffering,
I would have remained silent and wouldn't complain
I swear I would've simply been content
And would've let my eyes tear up
My dreams that are aging have grown in number
I feel trapped in a dizzy cycle
I'm living in an appalling, silly story
that has swore to waste my life
Day after day my dreams grow fewer
What remains for people who are like me?
Their sadness is like their shadow?
Who can ever get rid of their shadow?
I'm living and my life is restrictive
I don't know where the problem is
My questions have really grown in number
I can't find an answer for them
I want to wake up and find that I forgot
everything that I ever wished for
So I would forget every one who abandoned me
And every dream I couldn't reach
When I find that life is harsh,
well, what can I do about it?
And because the past hurt me,
It's normal that I don't love it
It is an arrogant and conceited life1
Wearing a mask, that's like a wall
Why couldn't it just be simple,
Then I wouldn't have been through all this suffering
Circumstances are out after me
And everything is confusing me
I am standing weakly in my place
And the solutions don't work out
- 1. 'World' is the literal translation, but life is what is meant here. Both could work though.
Vel