Is there any dream decorated by night today?
A scar to remember?
And love which made for someone?

Or maybe some part of life who keeps busy
Searching for who am "i"?
And why am "i" here?

There are things that you dont know
And i dont know
But why dont we try to "wandered"?

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.
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Life knows itself
And we cannot know everything in it
We just a dust in a galaxy
Time will say it when it comes

But

At least i am still here, for now

Laugh
Dream
Cry
Expect
Love
Try

As long as we lived today