Hurt - Johnny Cash

Hello, I'm incompetent.
As expected, I've been thinking about computers too much every day and my sleep has shortened, so today is a day to relax and listen to music while drinking beer.

This is seriously delicious...

Hurt

This is the title track from the album Hurt, released around the later period of Johnny Cash, a folk artist active since the 1950s.

What have I become?
My dearest friend
Everyone I know
In the end, they all leave
And I can give you everything

At the very end, it overflows with the agony and love of living.
What do you think about at your end? To think of friends and other people, not yourself – this must be the soul's poem of Johnny Cash, who lived for nearly 70 years, about how humans can never "live alone."
It is an undeniable, important legacy that he, as a living witness and an artist, surely left behind in this world.

Full of broken thoughts
Cannot be repaired
Under the stains of time
Feelings fade away
You are someone else
I am here

I feel that he is verbalizing his screams while thinking of his decaying body, and is in the midst of a collapse, so exhausted that he doesn't know if it's "you" who has changed or himself, with regret for time that cannot be returned.
Even within such a crumbling building, he recognizes his own undeniable existence as a clear fact.

And I can give you everything
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Are there mistakes of my own and time that can be returned?
In a gradually crumbling building, as the focus on oneself blurs, is maintaining one's ego the agony of living?
It's hard to believe that this poem was written by the same person who shone so brightly in Ring of Fire and other songs.
It's a song that feels like a fading flame, almost in contrast.

Time, Friends, The End

For me, still young, the end is hard to grasp, but death will come.
It's common for those closest to us to experience it, or rather, the realization of death is not felt by oneself but only through completely external factors.

For example, Bob Dylan is seen to have often visited Woody Guthrie, a folk artist who could be called his mentor, who was hospitalized in NY before Dylan became famous.
Perhaps Woody Guthrie, seeing Bob Dylan, a mischievous young man with a guitar in hand, thought, "He might become my successor." It might have been a friendship that transcended age and generation.
If there was someone to carry on what he had done in solitude, he might have been very happy that his life had not been in vain.

What will I think at the end?
When I think I'm going to die, I might give up on myself and think of other people. Do humans end their lives with altruism?

I want to live cherishing time, but I always end up doing only what I like...
No, in a way, is that okay? What do you think!?
While thinking such things, in the end, humans don't change easily, and the unfortunate side is that days of just spending time on what they like begin again.
No, there's nothing better than having fun!
Well then, shall we have another drink?

So, until next time.