• In this diary,
    A mystery reveals itself,
    The tale of a false love,
    That once, shined so brightly within us,
    Full of fantasy and myth,
    Then lose its glow,
    With a swift tempo...

    In this diary,
    Those sacred haunting never cease,
    The Fractured soul exposes itself,
    Guided by its deserved punishment,
    Acts as a silent assassin,
    Down with pain and humility,
    The pages are full of scars,
    Grieving the lost of the nymph,
    The fake fairy of the tale,
    Hiding its shadow in filthiness...

    In this diary...
    The dark memory will stay for eternity,
    Symbolizing a black dot of guilt,
    None left but regret...
    Will it kindly leave its remedy?
    Or will the hatred begins to grow?