There's nothing left to wonder about
I've taken up every burdens out
Enough of creating little mysteries
It is just a train of reckless undefined series
Like those of million raging stars at night
Who says that there's no such thing as fright
In a what they've seen as perfect land
I got there and there was no helping hand
Stars look like magical dust in a stunning way
But no one sees that it is dying from lightyears away
Time to wake up, dear pretty little mind
Collect every shining tears to be bind
Reality is always better than dreams
Hard but could get better than it seems