This is the tree I used to go to, to see the night sky from the top of the hill.
Back then, there were days where I said weak things under the stars.
A lot of dreams left unfinished, A lot of me left worthless, A lot of me feeling a little, All in this silent hill.
Dreams I wished to keep, because others gave it up first. Too many in fact, that I lost myself trying to save them.
How could I even achieve them? Ethics, science? Trying my hardest wasn't even good enough. I don't think I could do this alone anymore.
As I lay in front of this planetarium of broken dreams, I fight against the unfathomable truths that shoot on by. I close my eyes.. Forevermore.
...
This is the tree I used to go to, to see the night sky from the top of the hill.
Back then, there were days where I said weak things under the stars.
A lot of dreams left unfinished, A lot of me left worthless, A lot of me feeling a little, All in this silent hill.
But, this is the place where I continue to dream some more. How could I even achieve them? Ethics, science? I don't think hard work can do it alone.
But... I want to keep taking chances on these crazy dreams. Because even if they sound like that to most... I believe, I can make these dreams my destiny.