I go to the mysterious wilderness
Where there is the past hidden meditation
The answering to a riddle in reality is oscillating
Maybe the illusion in fog is the truth
I need that cruel evidence
Or lose the courage of life without it
With a sense of deep sorrow
That is in pieces
In the way of my life
Following like the shadow
When is the end of this unfortunate
It’s seems that I could not see the sun of tomorrow
The hope of life is always out of reach for me
I have been imprisoned in a cage by the power and money
Until tomorrow that can't guess
Since I was born
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