White Fields کے بول

Fields of pain Fields of hate All seems grey As a thoughtless way The way I choose Is the way you fear The day I smile Is the day you fall Running into nothingness Spreading your weak existence You’ll disappear… soon Through this foolish anger This gloomy silence Makes me happy The solitude is my bride Even if there is no chance I’ll forever stand among this misery This is the white fields of hopelessness [Ref.] Stop breathing, stop smiling This is now, open your eyes Welcome to my inner self Enjoy this moment This is my white fields of hopelessness