Battle âm nhạc 1

I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate thực phẩm and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of Giải cứu thế giới and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the tiếp theo day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...