English:
Just like the poem tells the marked destiny
Find the heartbeat hanging faraway
Future lines up in front grows immaturely
The goal is the liberation of a mind. Guilt chase
It goes as it wishes, hiding the abnormity
Will you smile? Will you notice?
The painful lifeless shell after the exhaustion
It's you who gets hurt
And the questions have tossed in
You have no words worth to answer
Circulating water stopped by the damage
Your understanding is stuffed and goes wrong
You talk your past in vain
The forgotten current, is it still free?
The difference of reflection
Exists in a line between
The manipulated ones and the thinkers
Returning is equal to a total denying
You find happiness at the dark bottom
Believe in the false power
Flirt with the smell
The voices won't reach
It always become the scream of the defeated ones
Beloved place we go hand in hand
Has the same color
Force ourselves to overcome
Those problems that make no sense
Many things for me to grasp
But for you they make no sense
Being chased around by
My own sense of values
And it shuts down my paths
You just have to set it free
Not to restrict
Beliefs and individual ideals
Ends by telling
And tommorow also ends
Just like the poem tells the marked destiny
Find the heartbeat hanging faraway
Future lines up in front grows immaturely
The goal is the liberation of a mind. Guilt chase
It goes as it wishes, hiding the abnormity
Will you smile? Will you notice?
The painful lifeless shell after the exhaustion
It's you who gets hurt
And the questions have tossed in
You have no words worth to answer
Circulating water stopped by the damage
Your understanding is stuffed and goes wrong
You talk your past in vain
The forgotten current, is it still free?
The difference of reflection
Exists in a line between
The manipulated ones and the thinkers
Returning is equal to a total denying
You find happiness at the dark bottom
Believe in the false power
Flirt with the smell
The voices won't reach
It always become the scream of the defeated ones
Beloved place we go hand in hand
Has the same color
Force ourselves to overcome
Those problems that make no sense
Many things for me to grasp
But for you they make no sense
Being chased around by
My own sense of values
And it shuts down my paths
You just have to set it free
Not to restrict
Beliefs and individual ideals
Ends by telling
And tommorow also ends
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