Freezing dark fog, as cold as winter
My hope blooms in autumn and like flowers, in winter it dies
The ever-present misery destroys my life
I myself try to turn on my light, but suicide always manages to turn it off
The edge of my weapon runs through my flesh
Thus overflowing a river of suffering
On the canvas, there is only sadness and melancholy
Only death can heal my wounds
Your absence created a void inside my being
My tears today lie in your cold tomb
Just memories of yours there is in my mind
I will never forget your face and your beauty
Melancholy arrives without warning and enters my soul without permission
Your fuzzy shadow only lives in my dreams
The pain that your memories generate in me
They make the freezing dark fog penetrate my inner peace
