| Young man, strifed for life, for nothing but his own. | |
| A silent speaker. An open mind. | |
| An intense dreamer, though so confined. | |
| Derogating more and more. | |
| Investigating, continuously, the power of individual strength. | |
| But his passion swept him away, off to the farthest shore. | |
| Tasted the sweet warmth of love only once or twice. | |
| He did realize, rebirth of these passionate emotions, could not be experienced one more time. | |
| He firmly, and stubborn to himself, continued his strife. | |
| He never knew what got him. | |
| But his life was bound to dim. | |
| Not like then. | |
| It would never be the same. | |
| Drowned in his own darkness, until the light goes out. | |
| It's hard to say, but it is better this way. |