Downhill and steep decline,
Things go down without sense of time,
And circumstances find their way,
To ruin mine this day.

Would anyone know when we dive,
Into abyss and dark deep pits?
Would anyone know when we take a dive,
Into endings, and beginnings denied?

Downhill and steep decline,
Things destroyed by pride and shame,
And circumstances find their way,
(No one to know from where they came-)
But yes, to ruin mine this day.