The dying spring crumbles to dust I won't remember tomorrow The final mistake is cut in The future loses promise And now this day becomes nothing. Even the sky runs away into the red regret As my hope is pressed to nothing I cry out until my voice dies I beg for tomorrow, to bring some form of light I will never Be saved. My own tears swollow to nothing As my heart is crushed In that moment. Even the sky runs away into the red regret As my hope is pressed to nothing I cry out until my voice dies Even the sky runs away into the distance With the sense of love that I lost I cry out until: The uncertain future Forces the void in my heart From my own weakness. Tomorrow I will force myself to live So that my weakness will take me under.