In this world, for me, in this world, for me,
There's no peace, no solace in this world, for me.
No peace, no solace; restlessness resides within,
Restlessness within, and in my eyes, longing.
A slight wound upon the heart, a slight wound,
Filled with the color of despair, a slight wound.
Filled with the color of despair, a gentle smile,
A gentle smile, and then they said, "This is love."
In this world, for me, there's neither peace nor solace.
Once more, it descends into my eyes, once more,
The world's pain descends, once more.
The world's pain descends, a heart to hold and hear,
This is not a song, but a cry. In this world, for me,
There's no peace, no solace; restlessness within,
Restlessness within, and in my eyes, longing.
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