Old memories and disillusion,
Nostalgic pain,
Falling into delusion of salvation,
I know that all struggle is vain
They won't leave you alone,
Haunting visions of the past,
Only thing you hear is the moan,
Of old memories suffering for the last… Time
Gray floor of an old room unpleasant,
In this room which I trapped,
Despair still chases me in the present,
I think it will, until the very end.