One day, I found myself lost in reflections about our smallness in the face of the stars These kinds of thoughts started to haunt me after I stared at my grandfather's corpse Since his funeral, I realized that all Our experiences are in vain We’re just a microscopic speck that stains the black veil of the universe After all, we’re like the insects that crawl in the mud without reason to follow After all, we’re like the worms that crawl in the carcass abandoned in the woods But I refuse to live in the comfort provided by so-called gods So I searched for some spell that preserves my spirit I trapped my soul in a jar and placed it on the shelf Like a tiny firefly, prevented from being forever lost Even if I start to hate my life, I refuse to die alone I will wander the four corners of the earth Until the mighty Sun himself dies After all, we’re like the insects that crawl in the mud without reason to follow After all, we’re like the worms that crawl in the carcass abandoned in the woods I will wander the four corners of the desolate earth until the mighty Sun himself dies I will wander I will wander