I’m proud of my loneliness
I’m sad I guess
Can you decieve me?
With a mirror which is the same height as me
In the reckoning of the sultans
Whatever from me is a lie
If I had courage as far as my pain
I would have forgiven myself long ago
Maybe as if it’s always in a war
It doesn’t want to stop anywhere
My soul which is worth the world, and is peerless
Doesn’t want to know the world
If this is the truth of my life
If I don’t have any peace, okay
Which period was I the owner of?
Never ever tell me
If this is my nightmare, my disaster
What if it is (me) breaking down?
What if I trusted my neighbor for once
And she/he opened her/his heart to me?
Maybe as if it’s always in a war
It never wants to stop
My soul which is worth the world, and is peerless
Doesn’t want to know the world
Maybe as if it has always fought
It doesn’t want to stop anywhere
My soul which is worth the world, and is peerless
Doesn’t want to know my world