Everything is tangled
Like a web being knocked down.
I can’t let you go,
So I fight against odds.

Nothing is perfect anymore.
No happiness without anger,
No relaxation without excitement,
No quietness without interuption,
No passion without pain.

Still I fight, still I stand.
I might waver, I might become weak,
But I just can’t let this go.
Remembering what it still can be,
I hope for just a moment of perfection.