Each moment of my life, I confess,
Seems like a balloon, filling itself unstopping;
I try to not let it burst, but it does worse
By spreading the deadly smoke I loathe.
Whatever my life seeks out in the world,
It may in front my eyes, teasing me to live;
Alas, I’m bored of dying and living,
Even of the people I care about more.
Deathra, you burnt the keys of that keyhole;
Remember the night you left me alive;
I regret seeking the absolute escape,
Though I ended up living the nightmares.