There's someone who coming with empty bag
The footsteps is stopping in the middle of room
Crying without anyone know
There's someone who thinking about their complaints
Her/his efforts just like dust on air
Flame of vigor is gone
There's someone who so afraid to get out of here
Shame, guilt, worry, confuse
Don't know where she/he will go
There's someone who still standing right here
And someone is me
This is about rest from world business. Sometimes, we feel sad or even exhausted.
