What's the point of living so many years without love
If living is gathering delusions of love
If I should die tomorrow morning
Would nobody miss me
I would be a meaningless bury
no yearning, no grief too
no one calls me, no one
no one looks for me, no one
I scream, an echo answers "no one"
If I should die tomorrow morning
No one would miss me
What I was, What I've done
No one would remember