It is quite lonely here
When Sadness were burrowed deep
When the Pain keeps on sighing
When Hearts don’t recognized these.
And when Madness is at its peak
They who sits would keep on laughing
Because of Hearts’ fuming naiveté
Because of Hearts’ bizarre thinking.
I just watch them act like a demon
I just cry for crying is unknown
I just listen as they don’t hear the song
I just think that Just is unknown.
The plea is still on the toll
The cry is still going on
The wail is still unheard of
Tell me, is it still worth crying for?