Anyone? Could you see the pain
that dwells inside of me?
To whom it may concern
I ask for justice, even in a small piece
If I had lived in
this place since its inception, I would see
All this process of degradation
What a waste! What a waste!
A thousand years, yet we see nothing,
not even a thing to be to be proud of
Always cling to our past fortune,
but that was made by our forefathers
If I had lived in
this place since its inception, I would see
All this process of degradation
What a waste! What a waste!
Does anyone care? Enough of this hell!
Fading solemnly to obscurity!
(All this process of deterioration)