RAIN IN MY JIWAKU
Will it rain down this afternoon
Moisten a form of my soul that dries in silence
Will the rain cool the atmosphere this afternoon
When the heart burns like fire in a void of meaninglessness
Why is it that my life is dark?
So many embedded thorns I have to go through
Why is not the beautiful life that I imagine
In the face of unsuitable reality I expect
I am bored..
Yes sometimes bored it feels very painful
Like a sharp knife pierced my body and screamed me in pain
I am tired
Sometimes this fatigue hugged me in a sense of saturation
Knock my soul on the unguarded path that I now travel
What is the purpose of this life?
Really reluctant to be able to understand
Sometimes I want to end all these life stories
But I am still afraid of the sin smiling waiting