The Man's Sorrow-BIGMAMA

Time has stopped in this prison since last December

I cannot wash the blood still on my hands

Nameless, they always call me silly number

I am a machinist that wastes a long time

Lay down on the cold floor like a fetus

I cannot understand which it's day or night

Always, anger leads to hate

I am thinking about the past

And listening to your voice

Where should I go from now?

For a lot of things that you geve me

It never fills up my empty mind

I know I can't become a butterfly

My everlasting pain is going on...

There was snow, and I was running

I had a knife in my left hand

Always, anger leads to hate

I have lost my honesty

And I listened to my voice