For so many times, I’ve tried to write
A kind of romance I’ll never find,
A story that will never ever be mine
Not in any instance, nor space, nor time.

A million stars have fallen and I’m still alone
Seems like a castaway to a terrible storm,
Nobody told me about that joyous dawn
When will I ever feel myself at home?

To feel certainty in my every painful wish
No, it doesn’t feel like what it has to be,
A destination I won’t ever reach
Blinded by love’s fresh blood and mist.

People had been there to stay and go
Maybe they were just some playful show,
Of sham affection that just won’t flow
Love is such a nice thing to throw.

Nevertheless, I shall have to bear
This shirt of nothingness that I just have to wear,
From these lovely nights when the skies are bare
Wish that someday, someone would really care.