You could think it too much
Should I just give up,
I started thinking of paths to go
Oh, which way to go?
I just don't know which way to go
I don't think there's anything more
to say
But we all fall, we all mess up,
Just like all the rest
Right now I have thoughts in my head falling in
different directions
But it's falling apart, and I can't get back up
Yet I hear a voice whisper to me
It's something worth chasing
Something I'm worth racing after
And it does hurt, the pain keep coming
My deep blue eyes roll down, the eyes that
had once been beautiful had became dead
I sigh deeply in my breath
But my spirit had once been alive
Suddenly it's dead with nothing left
Indeed it is sad, to see that the most beautiful
of things could be the saddest of things
In which life brings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem