When the sun comes down
When the rain wash away
All the hopes I can bring
To another day, another day

When your trees start to sway
And the wind makes them move

I can tell that
You don't know

Suddenly, everything seems so fucking contradicting.

Everyone hopes that their long-waiting doesnt go down the drain. so do you. what about me? I feel the same way too. is life out there to play with us like how we all play with dolls? I wonder.