Up side down?
Don’t take not one step to affront anymore
Not to even add on the momentum
Alas, where am I?
So must I at the middle now?
Just if I don’t know where’s the beginning nor the end
And owh yes my friend, I loves the beginning
Where the anticipation of the out comes is everywhere in the air
Where everything is empty is rather a clearer view
And I will tell you the matter of the end
It’s where the emptiness been fully occupied
With all sorts of sins, immorality, dark politics and social sickness
Should I ever love the end?
Nay, and nor should anybody
And when the end is the beginning
That I’ve to end everything for a beginning
And I’ve to begin to end everything
Only then will I love the end
Alas, please do tell me where I am, my friend
After all, I can’t see the beginning nor the end
So, where do I belong to?
Only in a scrap of memento?
My friend, it’s time to suffer…
Hold your glass up above your head and salute…
For I, as you always reckoned, am a tragic figure…