So, is this the way I die?

Darkness, emptiness, loneliness.
These little things and me.
Even if we are together, I have nothing more to see.

If I only have sorrows and shadows, something forfeited and lost.
It would be the same. I have it. Happiness costs.

So, is this the way I die?
Drowning in tears and all of my fears.
Falling in to something deep.
Those three little things I always meet.

No matter where I go, do or say.
There is no difference in night and day.