The petty pebbles on those shores, I am one of them,
Those little pink leaves on cherry blossoms I am one of them,
Those tiny moths in the orchards I am one of them,
That fragrance of incense in the temples, I am just one of them,
Without me the shores wouldn’t be any different,
Without me the autumns would still be the same,
Without me the vicious cycle shall be the same,
Without me the prayers would be offered,
Without me the world would be the same.
So let me part,
As I cannot put up with you all,
For I won’t be able to serve the punishments I have been sentenced with,
For I will still act like the faithless creature I have been forever cursed with.
Now bid me farewell in the way you find it apt,
If there’s a tear, cry, if there’s anguish, rant,
Just express as I wish that while plunging into the eternal and irrecoverable darkness of oblivion,
The world feels the pain and humiliation I had always been received with.
For I want them to realise that I won’t be there any longer to help them make it through…