It's a rainy Sunday when my everything is empty.
On days like this, I get carried away and think about dying.

When will I be freed from this miserable life?
Help me.
All the pain and suffering is a treasure God gave me.
I don't know, I don't care.

Why am I still alive?
It didn't mean anything.

Yes, my mom, who once gave birth to me, said a few curse words,
To me.
It was a happy "thank you for being born to me".
And yet, I am… I was sad.
I'm staring grudgingly at the weather on the other side of the raging rain.
How long will this day last?
Until when?
I don't know.

People forget that they're scared of the Last Judgment, Why?
I didn't want to be born, and I even regret it.
Please forgive me.

The rain is still coming down as it cleanses the sadness world.
The only meaning of life for me is to die for the rest of yours.
Miserable.
And yet, I still persistently live on.
If memories are tying me to my feet, let's get rid of them, rather.
Because that alone would make my life so much easier and free of burdens.
Okay, byebye.
Well, let's just say goodbye to everything I am and leave it all behind.
Byebye. Don't be sad.
All my things…

Rain has stopped and sun is shining
My joy turns to regret, and I'm a shell of a man and I'm devastated

It was a happy "thank you for being born to me".
And yet, I am… I was sad.
I'm staring grudgingly at the weather on the other side of the raging rain
Well, let's just say goodbye to everything I am and leave it all behind.

Byebye. Don't be sad.
All my things…

Rain has stopped, That's when I died.
I'm gone.

Byebye.