The thirteen fact has been chosen The strife causes the strife Only the reflection of sadness in my eyes and I stop my thought The glorification of destruction The earth full of sadness The faith of an empty world The disappearance of a meaningless yet tiny existence Where are we heading What do we wish for Destination There is pain in my mind, as so your mind My hand holding a pen, trembles then stops The sadness, the sadness gets out here now I will never stop, to walk