A sense of vanity

Here is the unkown world in front of you

sense of the vanity of life accumlates
daily's piled up
sense of loss sticks in a scar sorely

the memory is blurred and fade away
a reflected meaning was left
farewell to this world

a way avobe the solitude of seven days
there're a lot of boring things
start to search the reason of staying here

the more you leave, you find out your position
the more you leave, you find out your position

It is up to you to step forward
whether you're corrupted or the world's corrupted
you noticed that you've have the answer

It has no meaning to say "what a pity world？"
can you see it？ can you feel it？
streach your arms to hold the way
All your ways is in your hand

All your ways is in your hand