My Story (The Sky)
Like the cold autumn wind (which made flowers wither soon)The cursed sorrow assaulted meEven the gardener did not understandWhich plague made me rot
My stalk and stem decayedIn my body, buds wiltedBut this forbearing heart (of mine)Laughed at all these pains and sorrows
Oh sky (destiny), you are raving madOh sky (destiny), you are hungry for bloodOh sky (destiny), you are happy with your sinsOh sky (destiny), you lost your face
If this life is just for suffering(or if it is) like a foam floating on the water (so fragile)I will laugh to all the wails(and) I will say all of this is just a dream
Like the cold autumn wind (which made flowers wither soon)The cursed sorrow assaulted meEven the gardener did not understandWhich plague made me rot
آOh sky (destiny), you engraved the epitaph of love on every cell of my bodyThis is a bitter elegythat you wrote wholly on my body
If I am close to the time of my breakdown (death), or if I am far from itI am weary of your pity(because) I have the patience of a saint
Oh sky (destiny), you lost your grip (on me)I would do it by myselfIf you take my soul from my body (if you cause me to die)I will be alive in my songs till eternity
If this life is just for suffering(or if it is) like a foam floating on the water (so fragile)I will laugh to all the wails(and) I will say all of this is just a dream
Like the cold autumn wind (which made flowers wither soon)The cursed sorrow assaulted meEven the gardener did not understandWhich plague made me rot
Oh sky (destiny), you lost your grip (on me)I will do it all by myselfIf you take my soul from my body (if you cause me to die)I will be alive in my songs till eternity