Life is forlorn, it was forlorn from the beginning,
It is called life, is it really life?
Here the flowers of aspirations never bloom,
Those once separated, never unite.
Life is a pageant of lonely roads
Every person has nothing in his fate but gloom!
In the laughter of every flower
There's hidden the pangs of Autumn!
Death seems to be a pretty dream
Life appears as a hideous flame!
I wish to hurl the Phoebus in the ocean of tears,
If I can, I shall pluck all the stars in the firmament!
All the so called Lamps are false,
Life is nothing but a sea of darkness!
Life is a lie,
It is a deception.
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