Life is a punishment, Is that true?
Settled nine months in the womb,
Awaits the prison gates open
Which baby could laugh when they were born?
They moaned and wept,
what blemishes that tarnish the purity of the live?
Mother’s eyes teary, whispering faintly
“the devil will not make you guilty”
Father looks after, ’till ready to against the cruel of the world
“Love is misery, if treated with insincerity
The success is painful, if lulled by praises
Be true will not be listened,
Because all choose false bliss
Drowning and trapped in the cycle of life and death
Feel the joy, sorrow, anguish in this deep dark abyss
Isn’t it tormented?
Let’s survive, my dear child
Until the light truly take us
Surrounding countless sin
Deserve the Eden and buried