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I regret completing myself -
I got broken on so many things
And I tried stitching my own scars.

Many times, I found myself lingering on what has gone
Pages truly have turned against us
But I never gave up, I've lost
Even my own grip towards my destination.

Another came in when my door was about to shut,
I thought it was good or maybe it was my way out
But later on, as I ponder alone
And away from every detail I even tried to adore,
I then regret it the thousand times --
For I was competing with myself
And I was tired.

It was tough stirring in this life
Trying to stitch every mess
Trying to lure my own loss
Trying to shape my hope.

It was a graveyard here
While it was paradise on the other side,
I do hope I can be free
I do hope the hurt will come to last.

Days have come
And even ashes dried up
There's not even a second I count not
Everything will lapse,
Everything in their own momentum
When no one knows,
No one has ever depicted the future.

And so here I am under this so old, old tree
Wishing for the last leaf to not fall
Praying one day, the paradise I'll see --
I'll never mess up another life
And when I'll wake up again,
There will be beautiful things.
There will be hope, there will be a joy
I am alive, I am set free.