6 - Nocturne

I will never taste my life again.
Is it because I am on the edge?
Yes, I am on the edge
of a world I don’t understand.

Maybe all the fame and fortune,
well, maybe it has gone to my head.
It is hard to say. Yes, I am on the edge
of the end of a life I don’t understand.

Could it be that I won’t ever feel the same?
In nocturne nights my voice would not obey me;
It betrays me, it seems a shame that I don’t understand
what kind of world we now live in.

Maybe all the shame and torture
well, maybe it has sunk into my heart.
It’s not hard to say. Yes, I am on the edge
of the end of an extraordinary life.

I will never write my name again.
Is it because I am lying to myself?
Yes, I am on the edge
of a world I don’t understand.

 

 

 

The End

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