Yesterday I was racing in a car,
The night before I was swimming, skydiving,
One night I became a photographer,
And a dancer some other day,
Beautiful dusk passed in the rhythm of my guitar, the next moment I was playing drums,
I was never a passenger on my bike at night,
Roads were also empty surprisingly,
Never mind I was a pro fighter the night before,
I wonder what will happen today,
I feel like going bungee jumping,
But the nightfall has not come yet,
And I guess there's a reason why they are called "dreams."