The black wind rises from the grave of my memories,
Haunts me all to the bitter end.

There’s no way to shake it.
There’s no way to destroy it.

It just has to take me through my trials and judgments.
From the mistakes of my youth to the errors of the present,
It don’t discriminate, it just brings me there.
It swallows up the joy de vivre, and leaves nothing behind.

Why does it do this?
Why can’t I send it away?

Why?