The thirteen fact has been chosen   The strife causes the strife   Only the reflection of sadness in my eyes and I stop my thought      The glorification of destruction      The earth full of sadness   The faith of an empty world   The disappearance of a meaningless yet tiny existence      Where are we heading   What do we wish for      Destination      There is pain in my mind, as so your mind   My hand holding a pen, trembles then stops      The sadness, the sadness gets out here now   I will never stop, to walk