New dawn has arrived, and I'm waiting for the sun to arise,
I begin my day with a question about how to live life, or it just another day to survive.
Cloud hangs over, and my lung breathes dust more than ever, Nothing seems clearer, and nothing seems sober,
Everywhere I go, I hear a whining and alarming sense of emergency and fear,
No, trust me, they will never give you a proper answer.
So, pardon me. Bring me a gun. Load the bullets in. Pull the trigger. Kill your doubts.
"Love is not a fate."
I wait at the bridge. From atop, I watch the cars pass. One by one.
I wonder if she might be.
"Head or Heart?"