Not knowing when facing myself is threatened,
and loneliness is hatred.

I’m falling far short of make a wonderful future,
which has haunted me over a long span.

Watching time ticks away,
and it seems smirking at me.

My weakness is exposed to all over the surroundings,
but I still keep hiding it.

A voice is aroused deep in my mind saying
you deserve it.

Wish I could have somebody to mend my wound and alleviate my pain,
but this somebody seems nobody.

In conclusion, I still have to taste the bitterness I grew
and celibacy I led.

I am even no tragic hero
but a timid Anonymous.

Once you see through me,
and you’ll never count on this useless outer form.

And I deserve it,
just leave me alone.