What does the world look like?
Through a homeless person or a nomad's eyes.
Is it a world colored in black and white?
Tell me, how long do they survive.
What does the world look like?
Through a guilty or a sinner's eyesight.
Is it a world filled with beautiful lies?
Tell me how miserably and desperately
We, the holy souls wish for them to die.
Tell me, oh sacred souls!
Have you lived their lives?
Have you ever wondered for once!
What does the world look like?
Oh, how blindfolded we are,
And how miserable inside.
We thought we lived in a better world
But we judge a sinner's sin,
Yet we hide away our endless vice.
We fill our mouths with lies and filth,
We believe the truth is what we disguise.
Oh scared souls! You blindly claim,
You deserve to live better
While sinners and nomads burn in flames,
When you ride for heaven
Because you are a saint,
The sinners must walk to hell,
Because they are the society of shame.

By the time you reach here
I'll be drowned within the waves,
My body will dissolve under the earth
But my soul will fly far far away.
By the time you look for me
I will disappear into the dark,
But you can look for me in the sky
As I become your favorite shooting star!
By the time we say our goodbyes
And I'll appear in your lonely nitesky
But when it's time for dawn to break in,
Look for me through the rays of sunshine.

What is it? Oh! What is it?
The question lingers in my head
Hours after hours,
I lie awake in my bed.
I see the sun come up
And I see the sun go down,
With the sunshine I fake a smile
With the sunset I let myself drown.
What is it? Oh! What is it?
Is there anyone to hear my sound?
Tell me, oh! What is it
That's eating me away,
Why is my soul nowhere to be found?

I've been on the verge of falling in love with you,
Yes, I wanted to surrender my soul and its hue.
Yet I ceased my emotions and break through,
Because I know this time
Oh! This time you would break my heart that's been falling for you!

Some scattered ink
Let me think,
If I want to write this or not.
Write about our story
Or maybe how it ended, I think I forgot.
Some blank pages
Let me imagine,
If I can picture your silhouette like before.
Eyes closed and everything went dark
Inside of me you left a mark
No, I would rather forget thy voice and chores.
With a piano in front of me,
Or the guitar strings held in my hands,
I don't want to play those tunes anymore
I might get lost into your neverland.
I know I won't be able to break free,
I will blend into thy illusion
And drown again within your delirious dreams.
And I won't wake up anymore, because I know I can't.
As I lie to myself that I will forget you,
Your remembrance is what I really demand.