Come to the end

There is no regret on a silly preface.
It might be distorted and get dirty.
Can you see yourself as you are.
You just see the surface.
It's not easy for you to awake the false.

Everytime I mistake, You hang me up every night.
Death comes quietly and without warning.
Everything I hold on never leave me, back me off.
Death comes. This is the end.

How many days did you waste uselessly.
How many hopes did you give up easily.
How many time did you wait for daybreak.
It's not easy for you to awake the truth.

Solitude comes in.
I can't be fulfilled.
This is the proof of the end.