Don't prospect any hope of the past days
The seasons are unfaithful, the years are unfaithful
Don't prospect any hope of friends and lovers
everyone who says love you are unfaithful
It'll come true that one day flowers will be scorched in the flowerpot
All trusts will be mixed with lies
Lovers are absurdly waining for goners
Passengers are unfaithful, passages are unfaithful
Understand that the whole of world is empty of faithfulness
All friends you spend your life for them are unfaithful
Understand that the whole of life is empty of kindness
All friends that you spend your life are unfaithful
It'll come true that one day flowers will be scorched in the flowerpot
All trusts will be mixed with lies
Lovers are absurdly waining for goners
Passengers are unfaithful, passages are unfaithful