I hear people’s dreams you know,
I know they won’t come true,
The things they want; they truly want,
The one, they want to woe.
Oh! cunning love, Oh, harsh world,
Why are you even here ?
Why do you even want us here ?
When you don’t even care ?
I want to cry; I want to weep,
For all the dreamers there,
For all those say, “I want to be”
For all those say, “I dare”
The world is a voidless, void,
Full of cold and mirth,
You cannot find one happy man,
On my planet earth,
So give up your dreams
And die while you can
Before it’s too late,
Cause there is not a single soul
Who can fight the goddess fate.
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