They say the mortal fancies, yet destiny laughs
They say some stories end bitter
Still, they say, the mortal keeps dreaming, against destiny
Keeps believing his fate might change
We're human, we seek a reason to live
We belong, we possess, or we don't
We make calculations, but cannot know our end
We build worlds, but cannot find our match
We suffer, but cannot ask for damages
We promise, but cannot keep our word
Then we walk away