Vòng Lặp | hình phạt cho kẻ đảo lộn trật tự (DROP)

The dream is lost, sad and deep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.