The one who died, Before born are the luckiest

Life is an oasis
You may see many colours
But in fact life is colourless
The one who died,
Before born are the luckiest

A lonely man

Now I realize the depth of your words
The last words before you give up
Yes, I am quite alone in the universe,
and extremely in the dark
I know I am a strange man for all
I was always alone even though,
I belong to a crowd