I question the road ahead.

Everything in the world flows to the center. Everything in the world flows to the center,

in the midst of lies and cowardice.

I am like the chaff that the wind blows away, oblivious.
Neither the birds, the trees, nor the winds understand the road ahead.

The allegiance of hopelessnessness,
Lead me, until I pass away.

I Caress it all.

Everything in the world flows to the center.
Where did it all begin? Where did it all end?

As I walk to the fountain of youth,
The pain embeds in the bruises red and blue,
and in every fight, I drink from the foutain of my own blood.

When the Falls of the world solemnly floods my head,

I look upon the world and wait
I look upon the world and wait

then,

I question the road ahead
I question the road ahead.