The degradation is endless. This life is of unchanging sorrow.
The degradation is endless. This life is nothing to envy.
The degradation is endless. This life will be enough to keep him?
Giving things a try in this life only paints a drowning death.

Is the sea far away, or is it disappearing?
Is the sea far away, or is it disappearing?

Oh, oh, I swear, just where will this life lead to?
It must be into space, up into outer space.