I can't find any satisfaction in this life.
Every time I think I have something, it slips away.
There are no guarantees, I know,
but could you at least let me in to the show?
I bought a ticket to the hideout of my dreams,
the place where they all go to die.
When you, the newest, and I, the oldest finally coincide,
there will be no place to hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10/10. There's nothing more for me to say.