The Way To Suicide کے بول

I stand at a cold old window On empty streets pours a rain The emptiness in my heart gives rise to a wild pain But now is does not matter Does not matter that I hope and I want love Does not matter that my hopes doomed on destruction I always look in my reflection in a mirror It seems to me so lifeless I on the way to suicide Last time I stand at a cold old window An empty street as if my heart Nobody can keep me alive Too late for excuses