This is my story
A silent life story
The silence is saying
Why bear this oppression

An old story
In the words of loneliness
Every wound is inflamed
And is telling me something

Thorns of memories hurt when I take them out
I am alive under a shelter of falling walls

Only this is my story
A spotless memory
A fear is flowing
And telling me something

Thorns of memories hurt when I take them out
I am alive under shelter of falling walls

Instead of the dew of love, the shadows of death keep raining over my gardens at all times
My eyes are entangled in this darkness
Nobody... Nobody tells me how long I have to wait for a ray of light
Nobody..there is nobody
Not close, not far
This love
This beating of my heart
Which declares its love
This life which keeps on living
Drinking sips of blood
Weaving dreams

Now that nobody is near
Still, a feeling exists
Tangled in this darkness
There is a hope to live
My heart is a jungle of memories
But my heart is full of thorns

Thorns of memories hurt me when I take them out 
I am alive under shelter of falling walls