All of the events that I've made,
All of my good deeds are all mistakes,
All of the unbearable sins,
Has taken me down to hell…
Even though I live, I feel I'm dead,
Even though I breathe, I feel so pale,
Even though I cry, I feel my blood
That flows so fast to my cheeks
How can I return the time had past?
How can I pretend I'm all okay?
You don't even feel the pain I bare,
For the past won't turn itself.