There're so many troubles
that grew up over your head.
Taking trials to get through,
you know your courage is still dead.

Looking for an alternative,
any way to solve them now,
you make all your efforts
to confide in somebody out loud.

No one is to comprehend you.
No one cares a straw for you.
Everybody is laughing only
without helping hand to you.

What remains you is one thing
no reason for going on,
it's unbearable for even king
you can't let it gone.

Suicide, your dead body lies in front of me
everywhere around of us a lot of on lookers meet.
They have a question to ask me
"Why did you do you just did?"
I know your life was too bad
"I comprehend you! “, I’d said
when a piece of letter got to my hand
and I read what was written sad.

The last letter from you,
the last words of you.

There're so many troubles
that grew up over my head.
Taking trials to get through,
I know, my courage is still dead.

Looking for an alternative,
any way to solve them now
I made all my efforts
to confide in somebody out loud.

No one is to comprehend me.
No one cares a straw for me.
Everybody is laughing only
without helping hand to me.

What remain me is one thing.
No reason for going on,
it's unbearable for even king
I cannot let it gone.

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