In Thoughts I laid it all clearly, in your heart there was no longer room for me.
In hopeless blooms I put my trust, and when they all withered away I was already thorn apart.
And now in endless Anguish I struggle, in defeat I lived ages, only to attain the chance I most desired, but now I fell again into becoming ashes of hell-fire.
And I still wait for the day when all their backs are turned my way, so I can make my final choice: die in sweet melancholy, surrounded by hopeless blooms and sparkless thoughts,
or try to look forward to a better day.