It's Our Own Tragedy - Mournful Gust

It’s so silly to be afraid of slowly dyed away fire

The cold of a flame sting us

And we freeze…

And we freeze in absurd sufferings

It’s our own tragedy

So strange for no one of us

But such bitter… only for us

It’s so silly to be afraid of the outspoken words

They any more do not warm

As we once

And we freeze in absurd sufferings

It’s our own tragedy

So strange for no one of us

But such bitter… only for us

… only for us

Someone of us has put out this flame

Our reflections has gone

And you leave my hand

We don’t want to remember… we are dead

It’s our own…