Destination

The thirteen fact has been chosen
The strife causes the strife
Only the reflection of sadness in my eyes and I stop my thought

The glorification of destruction

The earth full of sadness
The faith of an empty world
The disappearance of a meaningless yet tiny existence

Where are we heading
What do we wish for

Destination

There is pain in my mind, as so your mind
My hand holding a pen, trembles then stops

The sadness, the sadness gets out here now
I will never stop, to walk