Walking in a forest
I see my name carved on a tree.
I raise my head
There I am
I see myself
Hanging on that tree.
While struggling to death
He whispers to me:
I will tell you a story now
You will follow a path
Written by a perverted society
Or you will fall into a grave
Dug by yourself
You will fall into a grave
Dug by yourself
You can’t change the world
You can’t leave society.
You can’t live your own world
You can’t live alone
Your life is a burden
You’ll be depressed.
You have to follow a path
Written by a perverted society
Or you will fall into a grave
Dug by yourself.
Be prepared for changes
Be prepared for your short life
Be prepared for death
Be prepared for your suicide