• Beauty of a shadow,
    Love that's all pain,
    A perfect nightmare, always no dreams

    The "people" who walk past,
    and undistinguished "things",
    are all parts of memories that remain.

    "Strengths" swaying with devotion,
    and "weaknesses" swaying in vain,
    are all part of the same future,
    that slowly melts to gray.

    Such a world, fading away
    the red haze of daily life strains,
    and yet the sun is to set
    on a day we all regret.