Everyone is alone in the own pain,
No matter how strong, no matter how short,
No one may feel anyone's pain inside;
Why can't we stop aching so much, my Lord?

How you doing?
How are you today?
All questions threw in a million away.
Why do you keep asking if you can't understand?
Why can't everybody just finish at least one's pain?

The more you walk on this road that leads ahead,
The more you need to sit down and cry;
Where's the Samaritan who may give you his hand?
To dry the tears whose pain he knows as being his own pain?

Time is already enough for everyone to count the grains of sand,
Every crystal is for one joy and for one pain which we've known.
We're all apart to enjoy the good times upon this land,
We're all alone to suffer the arrows that someone has thrown.

Can't you see the eyes brimming of tears, your eyes?
Can't you hear the cry of someone who's leagues away?
Why do we have to be alone in each hard time that lies?
Why can't we cease the pain before it crosses the chest of the next day?

The first wickedness was cast upon this world,
By the hands of someone else, the first mistake,
the first wrong move to take,
No one may blame it in the name of all of us right now,
But why haven't we stopped it in the very first mistake?

We're all alone in our own pain,
'though we know how to make it grow in the other again…
Just for not being alone in misery, the human being has learned that lesson wisely…
Keeping the pain alive, for the eternity. As we pass, like grains of sand.