Cry At The End Of A Century

Who is born with everything?
Who is born to like hearing false words?
Even if God has lots of benevolence it is not necessary to be hesitant
It is a basic joke
Who is satisfied always being sprayed by the rain?
Who has shouted so loudly, no one hears it so it will end
At the end of a century you are scared to be suspicious
It is you at that moment finding the true conclusion and you are scared

A tear has not yet fallen; go ahead if you wish
And ridicule me
Yet not willing to melt in pitch-dark

No need to stop
No need to shout at me again for stubbornly abusing freedom
If you are regretful but feel no guilt
It is for my belief
That I offer the newest excuse

No need to turn back
No need to shout at me again
For that moment of possession
If you detest me
And have never valued me before
I will murmur to myself
That I am not wrong
(At the end I look back at this life
I have lived)

Not matter who finally gets eternal life
There's no need even more so to be jealous of whoever at last returned to heaven
If you care too much about this name
Always hiding and going astray
Unavoidably losing your colours too early
Who cannot charge through your territory?
I hope that you still let me pour my heart out
Pasing through the way there's no need for gifts
Just hope in this life you will meet it