You can’t see efforts,
what you see is a result.
For that reason, people often mistake other’s success,
— as the result of natural talent or luck.

This life does not taste alive
Like a body without an owner
Pain dances over my bitter life
Does life feel like death?

You, the only gift in my life
We met at the wrong time
However, it didn't matter
Time is transitory
We are both immortal

The Universe seems to be challenging us
Are you sure we can change destiny in the end?

Tonight
I want to sleep in your eyes
Hope the sun doesn't show itself.
At least, until I close my eyes.

i recall,
the first time we locked eyes
two tired souls looking at each other
looking back, it felt like forever
in front of the blooming cherry plum tree
do you still remember?
that day was very cold
but, i suddenly felt warm just remembering it

i loved all my days with you,
you said i should forget all the bad memories about you
i don’t know what you mean about that
every moment that we ever had
even amongst all the sadness buried deeply,
all of those moments made me happy
so how can i hate the heartbreak?

our sorrowful goodbyes,
when we parted in hurry,
at that lonely alleyway
i looked up at the glazing night sky
the moon shined so brightly
i suddenly felt a bit empty

i really do loved you
why does fate never crosses our path?
why is time never on our side?
is there really such thing as “perfect timing?"

it’s okay that you didn’t become the person i wanted you to be
we love to lost
let’s meet again,
when the weather is fine
when our heart is already at peace.

my dear heart,
it's flying
flying aloft
it might reach nirvana .

in the deep sea of desperate
you fell and scattered
i'm in the verge of expectation.
hoping for you would come back one day

some lonely nights
are worth the wake
but are you,
worth the wait?

it's funny how i would always
expect you would show up in
a heartbeat,
knowing that you would
never expect me to be alive.

how can you expect me to be good in everything,
how can you expect me to have good grades all the time ,
how can you expect me to look lovely,
when i am just a human.
my creaking heart is already trying to survive from this riot
and i am just this little to almost lose myself in this transitory hallucination

don’t you dare expect me to be something,
even if it’s for my own good.
i am my own good.
and i’ll make it out alive

it's like,
my heart and soul are made for you

i love you,
  but this is killing me.

They say hearts like this will break more often.
The kind of heart
That are well-natured,
but also a storm.

these kinds of hearts will break more often,
fights more often,
cries more often,
But will always stands up.

Yet in her swallows,
she felt someething different
in the air, in her hands,
in her heartbeats, through the wind,

And she thought,
this is freedom
that has been waiting for her
all this time.

so scared to hurt people feelings,
so instead i hurt mine.