Youth is on fire,
produced by friction
Driven by this force that we call passion
We tend to be reckless,
not really aware of the situation
You have all the energy,
all you need is to take a step
Forward or backward,
Left or right.

But one day, time will knock on your door
You'd realize how impetuous you became
Regret will follow
And you know what?

It's too late
Because you'd find youth in a jar
Turned into ashes,
And so are you.

When I searched,
I found you
When I was lost,
you found me
Was it fate?
Or was it empathy?

I'd rather call it "fortune"
Because when I met you
I could have been standing on a different place
But I was there;
Where you were  stirring a hot coffee,
looking outside the window
as you carefully observed the raindrops
That moment;
Indeed, I am lucky.

If this was really just a coincidence,
it is very strong in this one
You gave me hope in state of despondency
Guess what?
You are the cure to my misery
And for that,
I know that I am lucky.

I thought that I knew about everything already
Then you entered my life and made me realize that I don't.

I am not one in a million,
but I am one with the million
There's nothing special about myself,
my eyes do not shine when I talk about stuff I like,
my hair does not cascade perfectly on my back,
my lips are chapped and my words are dry,
I talk from different people's perspective as I cannot tell mine,
I am empty and there's nothing special about me

And then you came along.
My eyes reflected on yours as you looked at them
while I talk about stuff that I like;
my hair does not cascade perfectly on my back,
but each strand fly poking your face;
my lips are chapped, but with yours on top of it— they're not;
my words are dry, but you watered them like flowers;
I started talking on my own perspective and lately,
I've been talking about myself a lot

Pink— a hue that I have never used to color my walls
as I have always been surrounded by quiet and echoing halls
Tougher than the words that came from their mouths
left me alone with nothing but countless doubts

Years were spent to build the cover
only for you to break it after the summer was over
You looked deep into my eyes for a moment
and made me feel that these scars are not permanent

The universe is not in the pursuit to smother me
but many times, I have seen the twisted side of reality
Day by day, I saw a man inside of me
however, that is not how I'm supposed to be

Unfold the mysteries that I have been trying to hide from myself
Show me the real me, maybe I really need this kind of help
Embrace me until I form into a butterfly that I should have been before
Dream with me and make me realize that pink is a beautiful color