And now I sitting on the rock,
while watch the cyan sea;
and asking where my hope had lost,
where lost the chance to live.

The fire cackling evil at my scars-
these bruises, shallowed in the corners of my heart.
The emptiness is all around me and there's no way to hide:
     I just fall apart.

The ground under my feets is like a burning lava,
the sky above my head always sending stormy clouds...
I tried to gulp this just another pain,
but it doesn't stop the rain...

I watch the waves how with gracious pirouettes
make their ways and return my memories,
but when I try to reach those bleeding silhouettes,
they vanish and again I'm locked in my own fears...