| Song | Curse Life |
| Artist | Shape of Despair |
| Album | Illusion's Play |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Salomaa | |
| I used to feel... | |
| I used to sense what were | |
| Inside of me | |
| To feel waves of difference | |
| Waves which brought me to live | |
| I enjoyed this life in me | |
| Breathing and feeling | |
| Burning and suffocating | |
| Didn't curse the hour | |
| Which gave birth to me | |
| Didn't curse another life | |
| When bearing death inside | |
| Now all things I do bear | |
| Are all gone and free | |
| This, myself... | |
| Now fleeing around death | |
| Cursing the hour | |
| And another life... | |
| Which whom I used to care | |
| Now... | |
| Watching myself | |
| My own life | |
| Fading to afar... | |
| Listening these voices | |
| And trying to tell them | |
| That I will soon be gone | |
| (For me... what did you really gave... life...) |
| zuo qu : Salomaa | |
| I used to feel... | |
| I used to sense what were | |
| Inside of me | |
| To feel waves of difference | |
| Waves which brought me to live | |
| I enjoyed this life in me | |
| Breathing and feeling | |
| Burning and suffocating | |
| Didn' t curse the hour | |
| Which gave birth to me | |
| Didn' t curse another life | |
| When bearing death inside | |
| Now all things I do bear | |
| Are all gone and free | |
| This, myself... | |
| Now fleeing around death | |
| Cursing the hour | |
| And another life... | |
| Which whom I used to care | |
| Now... | |
| Watching myself | |
| My own life | |
| Fading to afar... | |
| Listening these voices | |
| And trying to tell them | |
| That I will soon be gone | |
| For me... what did you really gave... life... |
| zuò qǔ : Salomaa | |
| I used to feel... | |
| I used to sense what were | |
| Inside of me | |
| To feel waves of difference | |
| Waves which brought me to live | |
| I enjoyed this life in me | |
| Breathing and feeling | |
| Burning and suffocating | |
| Didn' t curse the hour | |
| Which gave birth to me | |
| Didn' t curse another life | |
| When bearing death inside | |
| Now all things I do bear | |
| Are all gone and free | |
| This, myself... | |
| Now fleeing around death | |
| Cursing the hour | |
| And another life... | |
| Which whom I used to care | |
| Now... | |
| Watching myself | |
| My own life | |
| Fading to afar... | |
| Listening these voices | |
| And trying to tell them | |
| That I will soon be gone | |
| For me... what did you really gave... life... |