You Are Tired Like My Eyes

You're tired like my eyes, I don't know why?
You shed so many tears for a pure universe?
You are crying, "poor me".
Your worries are unsettled, your puzzles are messy,
Even if it's for a fool like me to memorialize...

It contains a horror, my self-praise!
No words will keep you alive,
And no one will remember you!..
How are you different from the weeds on the roadside?

The loneliness in them browns inside you,
No one has experienced the taste of autumn,
The naivete just goes through the world.

I was a guest at a young age to my inner voice;
He said to me: "Death without worry,
It will make you swim in the waters of the forties."
It's actually weird...

It happens to us, everything we fear,
I do not want to be caught unprepared; yes i am scared.
It's not possible to go full anyway...

He can come whenever he wants.
He will know me, perhaps better than anyone else,
And who knows, maybe it will wrap better...