Instead

I wonder what the world is up to.
What aim should we take?

What promise would it fulfill?
A pile of problems is just another day for me.

Of course the fact that everything you see
which is real just to yourself alone

can never be taken as a resistance
against everyone's step of recollection.

Now tell me, isn't it fair to be sinful,
if every other sins can only be forgiven?

Don't even wish that I'd expect your answers,
cause I've known how they would be so useless.

If any romance could only betray me,
I'll serve beauty and be heartless instead.