"For the failure,
  For the broken heart,
  And miserable      

If only I could be born again,
I would choose not meeting you
If only I could be born again,      
I would choose to not through this way
If only I could be born again..."
                                              
But I can not be born again..
I will not wish to,
for the rest of my age left
for the thing that would never happen
for my new age..

If I were born again,
I would still ask to meet you,
And this way is the thing that I always want..

Happy birthday, to me.

The spark of passion ignites the heart, until it is engulfed in a conflagration of notions, as curiosity triumphs over caution.

The seed of wisdom, planted in fields of knowledge, is cultivated and refined in kingdoms of intellect to innovate speeches of freedom.

Blisters in sweaty palms, rubbing against the pen, as it drifts between the paths of future and past, where hope is met and joy is felt.

Consumed by epiphanies, the heart-beat is felt by trembling hands, squeezing the pen for inspiration, to bewilder imaginations, giving birth to new perceptions.

Writing my letter under the same sky as you,
Then I smile to the melody you've never care about
Knowing that you're far away
And never coming back
It left memory behind, you know
That you have been in my heart

And I'm sending my letter
To the dimention you have never known
Good bye

Thank you for sending me this far
I'm going on my way now
Without you in distance
I know it is hard
But I'll try to live in my dream

There's no sorrow, no pain to feel
Or even break apart
No, I know it is a lie
But hey, this fairy tale is over

You are good in my good bye