Some people get lost, even their voice is forgotten in this city
Only story of the one who leaves and who remains is known
Some people steal happy ends from life in this city
Story of some people mires down like us
A city of gloom separated us and this won't be the last
Every love that fed with tear will experience the death
Neither prayers nor time can save us now
Sometimes you need to forget without crying
Neither a new love nor the trace of past can comfort us
Sometimes you need to accept the defeat