To be, or not to be; that is the question, isn't it?
To be alive, or dead; warm, or cold?
To which is better, and to whom?
You can't decide who lives or dies, my dear, that is the fact of life.
When you understand your duty as a human being,
Then you will know the meaning of life.
But when will we know this?
When will we know the truth?
Hidden behind our eyes, behind the lies,
Or behind stupidity and superiority?
Who says who commits suicide and who is murdered?
What power can control this mass of chaos?
Why do we act so recklessly when we know life is fragile?
