I’m leaving this place forever.
And return I shall never.
Soon I’ll forget the past disaster.
Sorrow shall no longer be my master.
I march towards an Utopia
and break away from this inertia.
The sun shines bright upon my face
assuring me much better days.
I leave behind my lust for vengeance
and now I tread the path of penance.
What is gone is gone, dear heart.
Now I must move on; it is truly an art.