Those amazing skies,
Are pale to the stars beyond them,
My elegy sets higher above them both,
Echoed in the eternity of the universe,
This piercing dirt made of sharp emotions
Star dust gathered in a prison glass with me locked inside,
The coldness of this universe is unbelievable,
The rays of you, my blazing sun are too far to reach my
freezing soul,

Pulled by a vortex where mankind laid thousands of years,
Black hole of madness and fear,
Craving for future last to come,

Misanthropy gets stronger inside of me,
Lonely is strength, but yet I am still on earth,
Rapture is not easy to provoke,

Empty and shuddered of the seeing outer this world,
Would you come with me next time?
My world isn't hollow like yours