Cette solitude me fascine, cet environnement m'attire.
Neither sad nor upset but I'm mislaying. Without realizing, I feel lost; looking for hope cause as I hope I may breathe again. Conceal these thoughts can never bright my way. These ideas take me nowhere; I just keep turning myself around. Thinking over again can't hide my weakness. All I can hope for is to end this illusion either die or losing memory, so wish one of them will be realized!