This is the tree I used to go to,
to see the night sky from the top of the hill.
Back then, there were days where
I said weak things under the stars.
A lot of dreams left unfinished,
A lot of me left worthless,
A lot of me feeling a little,
All in this silent hill.
Dreams I wished to keep, because others gave it up first.
Too many in fact, that I lost myself trying to save them.
How could I even achieve them? Ethics, science?
Trying my hardest wasn't even good enough.
I don't think I could do this alone anymore.
As I lay in front of this planetarium of broken dreams,
I fight against the unfathomable truths that shoot on by.
I close my eyes.. Forevermore.
...
This is the tree I used to go to,
to see the night sky from the top of the hill.
Back then, there were days where
I said weak things under the stars.
A lot of dreams left unfinished,
A lot of me left worthless,
A lot of me feeling a little,
All in this silent hill.
But, this is the place where I continue to dream some more.
How could I even achieve them? Ethics, science?
I don't think hard work can do it alone.
But... I want to keep taking chances on these crazy dreams.
Because even if they sound like that to most...
I believe, I can make these dreams my destiny.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 1:41 AM UTC
This is the tree I used to go to,
to see the night sky from the top of the hill.
Back then, there were days where
I said weak things under the stars.
A lot of dreams left unfinished,
A lot of me left worthless,
A lot of me feeling a little,
All in this silent hill.
Dreams I wished to keep, because others gave it up first.
Too many in fact, that I lost myself trying to save them.
How could I even achieve them? Ethics, science?
Trying my hardest wasn't even good enough.
I don't think I could do this alone anymore.
As I lay in front of this planetarium of broken dreams,
I fight against the unfathomable truths that shoot on by.
I close my eyes.. Forevermore.
...
This is the tree I used to go to,
to see the night sky from the top of the hill.
Back then, there were days where
I said weak things under the stars.
A lot of dreams left unfinished,
A lot of me left worthless,
A lot of me feeling a little,
All in this silent hill.
But, this is the place where I continue to dream some more.
How could I even achieve them? Ethics, science?
I don't think hard work can do it alone.
But... I want to keep taking chances on these crazy dreams.
Because even if they sound like that to most...
I believe, I can make these dreams my destiny.
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