Well, the tea is served while the fire was hot.
The land of times is telling the secrets nobody has ever heard.
The life of yours is no more beautiful than the life of mine.
Why can I not get rid of this misery.
The stones that give no more hope.
The happiness that once wanted to dream.
I have lost all the motivation just for me to succeed.
This is not my story to be told.
This is not my life that I once hold.
This is just disaster that I can call my own.