We're lonely beings in this world,
Telling stories of fairy tales,
Always the person of the third,
Leaving little hints of our trails.
With all promises made today,
Must it ever be forgotten,
Because forever it will stray,
In future will it be rotten.
Never will we hold our hopes high,
All to do is follow the flow,
Let the string of fate make us fly,
And please do smile if you must know.