Why should I carry the burden of this pain anymore?
Why should I burn my heart in her thoughts anymore?
Why should I waste my tears all night anymore?
Why should I destroy my life myself anymore?
We shall find a maiden so dear
who does not have torture as her passion.
We shall be efficacious at last. Me, and my vagrancy.
It's a remnant of my weakness
eventually it all causes infliction.
All the paths lead to nowhere and
I am left with no more remedies.
It's a game of fate.
Darkness has started to embark me.
We are inefficient now. Me, and my vagrancy.
When she was by my side, I used
to ride with panache all over town.
Now what can I possibly do?
If she is along then I am complete and
without her I am like a galaxy without stars.
Amateur and vehement. Me, and my vagrancy.

