In my dimmest hour
When soreness has ripped me off,
And optimism left me like an orphan
Feeling naked with my lavish clothes on
Thinking could this be the completion of the world
Everything is so vulgar
When concentration has stopped functioning
Speculating could life be this livid with me
A frozen grieving heart so taciturn
Zilch seem to make sense
No one is brilliant to cognize
Nor even a foreigner passing by
Who has slayed all the virtuous hearts?
And left the world so desiccated and full of infamy
People die unremarkable
We wake up humming rest in harmony all the days of the week
Crying ourselves to slumber
I march down the road and seeing aching eyes
There is agony everywhere
Approximately some sort of elucidation is coming
We will be restrained from discomfort again
Recollect scars no further
Aching hearts will perish
And the term aching will lose its description
A jazz with no annoyance will be celebrated
Nimble from heaven will merriment us up
Dimmest epoch will go forever