No more words
Surely, surely, weLearn as we liveAnd then, and then, weForget as we live
Things that have a beginningWill have an end somedayAll things great and smallAll of them
If this world has to be split into twoThe winners and the losersAh, I’ll just be a loserI want to always be a loser
Surely, surely, weAre beautiful through sorrowTherefore, therefore, weAre sullied through sorrow
For the sake of things to protectWe will sacrifice something again todayAll things great and smallAll of them
If this world has to be split into twoThe winners and the losersAh, I’ll just be a loserI want to always be a loser
Just what can I say to you?I’m just so small and insignificantSo let us say no more words nowBecause sometimes, yesWords are excessive and powerless