I can't hide anymore,
the fact behind my burden,
the rise and fall of the nation,
the land of my painful birth,
I've lied pertinently to, and; in earnest.
Spending so much to nurture my fear.
The things virtue forbids; I've done.
There has been much harm to love.
The youngest brother;
The power of trinity to perfect every flaw
Has been the nothingness; home for his hopes.
Titeness lulls his interest
Gentle soul, gentle sleep;
The grievance bestowed upon us.
It waded into our hearts:
Our joy, it withered, our fun confiscated.
Farewell is my accolade,
I say to the time gone by.
Die lively and visit no more.
No wrench is worthy in our parting.