A day
My mama baked a mousse cake
The bus already delayed
The crowd kept noisy
At night
I was wandering under the starry sky
A day
I dragged through a day
A day
I got up though I hate it
Two butterflies played
People were walking dead
Somehow
I lost my way and shouted aloud
All the same
A day worn away
There are too many days the whole damn life
I'm waiting for the end and killing my time
Catch the dusk in the tree
Leave the best memory
Better than a broken fond dream