My heart is beating, but am I alive?
Who? What? Where? When? I do not remember.
"Let the past be past," the advice for life.
The more one recalls the more one will suffer.

If I were a man without memory...
Fill my lips with the unreachable grace,
Stuff my ears with the soundless melody,
Then amuse my eyes with your listless face.

To be a man without love and passion,
Why not instead... live a living death?
To live without desire and emotion,
Tonight, let me have my very last breath!

For my request is not a selfish one,
May God then listen and let it be done.