hollow

the glorious days has passed, and now am weeping in vain
seeking refuge and shelter, but none shall accept
clinging on false hope, shall expect nothing
have no right to dream, even for a false hope
blame no one, worship no one
because there is no one to blame

leaving the time of victory behind
acting like nothing happened
deep inside, crying the tears of regret
none shall know, because this is my sole belonging
the sadness, the loneliness, and this bitterness
are the only left of me
no more hope, no more joy, no more sorrows
there is only hollowness, nothing more