Lyric

Morning of the despair comes

Repetition of the same thing

It seems to be tortured

I hardly remember yesterday

It will be the mistake of this

How many times

What admonition is this

I forgot a way

Of the proper breathing

I’m not sad

I’m not annoyed

It doesn’t hurt at all

There is nothing

There is nothing here

I was tired of walking

I should come to pick me up soon

Soon

Morning of the despair comes

Repetition of the same thing

It seems to be tortured

I hardly remember yesterday

Someone is shouting for “help”

Someone is calling for help

Someone is shouting for “help”

Someone is calling for help

I’m not sad

I’m not annoyed

It doesn’t hurt at all

There is nothing

There is nothing here

I was tired of walking

I should come to pick me up soon

I’m not sad

I’m not annoyed

It doesn’t hurt at all

There is nothing

There is nothing here

I was tired of walking

I should come to pick me up soon

Soon

Morning of the despair comes

Repetition of the same thing