At the end of my day,
Nor can I write right
conclusions about your treatment
Because it's too deep you disappear
in the ocean of your life ...
You jung-jung high sense your ego,
for a satisfaction ...
Nor did I find the truth
when you are present in pseudo,
Until now I can see ...
Being saved only wound
Maybe I'm a rock just silent
When you become a wave hit me endlessly,
and your ego, also everything you do,
killing me slowly ...