People are colorless all around
Life has turned colorless.
No one belongs to anyone,
Everyone seems somehow
to be becoming distant.
Life is no longer
as it used to be,
Those who can forget survive.
Even family, though familiar,
feels very unfamiliar—
Two brothers sing
the song of selfishness.
What will
my life be like?
Will this colorless life
ever become colorful?
Days pass, months pass,
years go by.
Will the song of selfishness
end only when I die?