It's Easy

 I'm thinking of those, that take a hit,

            after hit,

                        after hit,

Until they can't get up,

anymore.

The beauty of summer eve

When wonderful, wonderful, risk-free life;

Feels like a dream. Is a dream.

A dream,

            a dream,

                        a dream.

Of course, it is.

Or a happy ending,

is nowhere to be seen.

Of course, it isn't. There is no such thing. The only ending we know - is death, and even of that, we can't be sure. Maybe there's something undone, after the end.

I'm thinking of those, that can't get up anymore.