In this death-like place,

I can never see some space

For there’s nothing but a trace

Of a deep empty praise.

I don’t like this feeling

‘Coz I feel like a crawling

Snake bound to betray his

Mate with a deadly kiss.

I don’t care if I’m not remembered

‘Coz I myself do not remember.

In this state, I do not exit

As a man born to be forgotten.

I don’t care if I’m forgotten

For I myself have not spoken

About yesterday that doesn’t exist.