Thoughts are useless as are deeds 
Already lost is blossom of the young 
No more... 

Dreams of morning shine 
Days leep, submit to night 
A curse is to live before dying 

A soul torn from the life 
Withdrawn, out of sight 
Birdes flew out from beautiful garden 

Circle of sorrow seems to never end 
Wizened are flowers, brought to monument of zeal 

Bleak endless haze covers a dawn 
Close to relief and waits no more