Kadangkala aku mahu merasai mati,
Agar bisa sirna dari terang ini,
Ke penghujung gelap dan sendiri,
Tapi, bukankah mati itu maha dahsyat melampau hidup?
Bagaimana kalau aku ingin pulang?
Oh tidak, jambatan itu sudah runtuh!
On my most shattered times of the year,
I sweat thought and calamity,
In your time of dying,
I'll live and entertain you a prose,
In every breath I breathe,
I find not a ghost but me,
Between the mighty skies and deep blue ocean,
Lies a fine line between life and death,
What you seek is what you steer,
Behind every curtain that is unclear,
In every breath I breathe,
I find not a ghost but me,
Understand your fear and agony,
Dark reflection of you in my eyes,
What makes you, you,
And what makes me, me,
In every breath I breathe,
I find not a ghost but me,
Choice is giving you chances,
For a better you or worst,
Pick 'em one from thousands,
Or pick nothing at all.
