The life is so fragile and our time here is so short Accustomed to this reality, well never touch the truth The vastness blinds us and our minds cry Cry under the insecurity of the unknown... unknown And what then comes? , nothingness, nobody knows Days, years pass and nothing really changes. We are waiting for a sign, but it never comes Our ignorance persists until the last moment on this world... this world. ..... Were in grief and uncertainty... Trying to define my true existence, My real life, but theres no light. Time doesnt stop, one by one we begin to fall Fears, cries for our lives that leave us without advice. And we think that, our existence is so wretched Day by day we walk to the end and we live only for dying ... for dying
cry, unknown, accustomed, existence, persists