I've walked trackless trough life
Cut a wound so deep,it was my own knife
When the only choice I had is faded in time
I already have crossed my lifeline
Your care for me is like a black spott on a black table,
nobody can see it
And I can neither feel it
People show you many faces
They will always travel
Because they can't find their own places
I've searched to find some rest
Everyday is pain,when will be the last?
Why do all human have to struggle through so many pain
We never need to prepare for the war of pain
'cause it will always hurt you,fire you scars and the memory remain.