What will happen and find me,
I am lost in the cloak of neglect.
I do not want to be a subject of anyone's interests,
so I have removed myself.

So my mind is filled with sorrow,
It has become a stone in silence.
I did not scream so that no one would know,
I am alone in silence and hiding.

Hiding my face in the cloak of sadness,
Between four walls surrounded by sorrow,
I have become a prisoner day after day.
No one can find me if they want to,
Those who have neglected me day after day.

When there is distance in the mind,
What is the closeness between face and face?

When the past is an object of hatred,
The present will be the reins of selfishness.

So I want to change myself for the last time.
So I want to tell myself for the last time,
Understand, find out, who is yours and who is not.
Like everyone else, you have to be selfish.