There is nothing more to live for.

No, there is nothing more to live for.
 

My village lies in ruins;
My sister's spirit is lost to the wind;
My father's bones are buried in the soil;
My mother's heart is resting on a stake.  

The sun forgets to shine,
And the grass is too tired to grow.

The roses that once bloomed at the beginning of spring
Have hidden themselves away,
And the soil that once bore vegetables
Is rocky with remembrance. 

The sky is dressed in mourning,
Weeping at the memory of the old days;
And the children with whom I used to play
Have lost their innocence,
Their entire life's essence. 

Yet here I stay,
In the land that has been broken by rebellion -

The land of my parents
And my parents' parents;

The land of once-blue skies
And once-loving hearts;

Here I stay,
Waiting for the sun to shine again
And the wind to carry the voice of my sister on her back.

Here I stay,
Searching for truth -
Searching for myself;
The person I once knew.

Here I stay,
Hiding from all that I know,
All that I once knew and believed -

The feeling of hope in my blood
And the feeling of love in my heart.

For what more do I have to lose
Now that I have lost everything?


There is nothing for me to live for -
Not anymore.


Life is worthless
When life is lost.