Is the sun really out?
Do people really laugh?
Can they smile endlessly?
Why are they happy?

In your heart,
The sky is overcast,
There is no laughter,
Only sorrow—
No one finds happiness.

Rather, they search for escape.
But one day, you will drown,
And no one will hear your screams.
No one will see, because they are in the sun.
The funeral march is only in the dark,
Only in your heart.