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Several hours have passed The party has ended Only a quiet room and a single light You feel like it’s not over yet

Just a moment ago, everyone was having fun in the same room Just a moment ago, everyone felt everything was enjoyable And then , everyone went back To their own lives

Why does it all end so quickly? Why does time feel faster than usual? Does pleasure distort time so it doesn’t flow normally While uncertainty makes time feel so long?

Now you sit in the living room With an empty glass and a cigarette butt You pour yourself another drink alone And light a cigarette in the silence

Just a moment ago, everyone was having fun in the same room Just a moment ago, everyone felt everything was enjoyable And then, everyone went back To their own lives

Why does it all end so quickly? Why does time feel faster than usual? Does pleasure distort time so it doesn’t flow normally While uncertainty makes time feel so long?

I dive into the past where everything still felt alive and everything slowly dies from time to time there is no past, no future, there is only now three minutes ago is the past three minutes from now is the future

I see there's still much life felt there before everything left to find a new place

some letters I wrote seem to have begun to be neglected but the writings within them still remain alive I once stored everything there the places I once lived seem to have started to change I once placed my life there although perhaps everything has changed

if I could retrieve a little happiness from that time perhaps the situation could change slightly I would tell myself to be careful nothing within you has changed what forces change is circumstance

I don't know where all those people are stepping now what I remember before is their greetings that felt warm

some letters I wrote seem to have begun to be neglected but the writings within them still remain alive I once stored everything there the places I once lived seem to have started to change I once placed my life there although perhaps everything has changed

I saw her at the market last week She was buying groceries And I watched her from behind I approached her and asked her name

She was a kind girl, never suspicious I gave her flowers I picked myself I asked where she lived, but she didn’t answer After we talked, a royal carriage picked her up and she left just like that

A month later, flyers were posted around town She was marrying the crown prince I couldn’t believe it, but it was true She was marrying the crown prince

I should’ve never fallen in love with her The crown prince could have me beheaded at any time I should’ve never spoken to her The kingdom will never forgive me I only had two choices And I chose to walk away I only had two choices And I’m not interested in watching her ride around town with the crown prince

I hate her but I know it’s not her fault Now I live in a quiet countryside Staring at the clear sky and dancing grass And Writing in my journal beneath a cool tree

I leaned on your shoulder And enjoyed the sunset I felt free and at ease Even though you didn’t say a word But that was exactly what I needed

I lit a cigarette while standing And you drank the beer you had bought You said I was a fool And I just laughed

I don’t need to say I love you You already understand what I mean I’m yours and you’re mine We won’t share it Because the world is not a safe place We’ll keep it hidden

I walked you home On foot to the nearest train station You waved at me And I just took another drag of my cigarette

I walked home slowly Looking at the sky that’s never at peace I still remember what you said Even when you were angry

I don’t need to say I love you You already understand what I mean I’m yours and you’re mine We won’t share it Because the world is not a safe place We’ll keep it hidden I don't need to say I love you You already understand what I mean Cause you're mine

She’s a girl lost in confusion Standing on the balcony at night Staring at the same sky Realizing no one is ever coming

She writes poetry in the middle of the night Before sleep, she imagines a scenario: What if I died right now? Would someone finally value my writing? She’s too afraid to show it to anyone

She can only be honest with her pen Only the paper truly sees her No one judges her if she’s wrong She’s not sure if any good man would understand She can only smile behind the curtain Only the floor sees her breaking No one really cares if she’s fragile She’s not sure if any good man would understand

She’s a girl who no longer hopes Lying in bed all alone Staring at the same wall Realizing there’s no one there to hold her

She rambles to herself in the night Before sleep, she imagines a scenario: What if I died right now? Would someone finally see me as human? I’ve never truly felt that before

Your request has now been delayed Because it doesn’t meet the requirements There’s ill intent behind it And God said it’s dangerous

I’ve stood before the altar Saying the same thing a thousand times Slowly, I threw away my ego And prayed without demanding Slowly, I let go of my naivety And prayed without demanding

Whoever is sitting up there Just throw me some alcohol, that already helps You don’t need to grant my wish Because I won’t do anything stupid anymore I can handle it on my own Whoever is sitting up there In the sky I can’t pierce through I just want to say, you’re all deaf

Good intentions never work Because there’s always something hidden behind them The angels secretly read my diary Peeking through the cracks of my bedroom

I’ve stood before the altar Saying the same thing a thousand times Slowly, I threw away my ego And prayed without demanding Slowly, I let go of my naivety And prayed without Demanding

My mind cracked as I fell From a speeding train But with no clear direction or destination I realized I had boarded the wrong one

All this time I sat in the back car When I moved to the front It was filled with robots just sitting still Just robots sitting, doing nothing

I wished I could escape this place To reunite my body and soul To become one rhythm, unbroken I thought about jumping off Letting my skull split halfway Only to realize afterward Letting my body bruise all over But feeling the pain afterward But feeling alive afterward

I went to the driver's car There was someone they called God I wasn't allowed to ask, that would be a sin So a guard pushed me back to my seat

Camus sat beside me, just smoking He said, “Just enjoy the ride.” And whispered, “We’re not getting anywhere.” Then started writing again, as usual

Lost on the street while everyone’s racing You were afraid of being left behind People running for some kind of prize Without awareness why they joined Without awareness why they’re running

You slowly stepped away from the track Wrote your own path on an empty road You slowly stepped away and began to be honest Sketching your story for a brand new page

Oh, life isn’t a book filled with pictures Sometimes you have to write it yourself With days and feelings told in truth That’s where you found yourself That’s where you found your own way You walk it alone, nervous But certain that it’s the right path

Empty roads without direction No signs, no stops to rest People mocking one another Without knowing why they’re proud Without knowing why they feel superior

You slowly stepped away from the track Wrote your own path on an empty road You slowly stepped away and began to be honest Sketching your story for a brand new page

I’d rather be trapped inside my own head With a conscious soul All the realities I see Are just reflections of my own mind

You’ll never know when the world changes But you can still control yourself Let the current flow on its own And you don’t have to follow it

When the dreams you built slowly crumble You can’t just sit still and regret This world won’t give you the answers But your mind can make the revisions This world spins in uncertainty Yet you can still take responsibility for every decision

On a hill covered with leafy trees You sit and think again about life A road leading to despair A road leading to enlightenment

Suicide is not a solution to end it all You’re only disappearing from reality But that means you haven’t accepted it with open eyes

I’m Not Sure If This Is Worth It Living a life I never chose I’m not interested in throwing dice But I’m told to walk the board I never threw the dice

I have my own opinions Decisions that might not align I don’t need to wait for approval If I know what I want I don’t need to wait for approval

Everyone’s good at playing a role And I know they’re all exhausted Everyone says they’re doing fine But I know they’re falling apart Admitting it doesn’t make you sinful Honesty isn’t a crime Admitting isn’t a sin

I’m not sure if this is worth it Living life under someone’s shadow I’m not interested in being tied down But I move like a puppet I’m not interested in being tied down

A buried hope Dreams and desires already sunken You only have two choices To dive in and dirty yourself Or to stay still and go nowhere

Too risky to keep thinking about it Too sad to keep letting it be You just need to try And see how the world reacts

When you fall among the ruins You just lie there, your body covered in dust How do you return to the surface When you’ve grown used to the unreachable depths

Are your words honesty Or just a tool for protection You feel everything closing in You feel nothing can be understood anymore

When you fall among the ruins You just lie there, your body covered in dust How do you return to the surface When you’ve grown used to the unreachable depths

You hope that someday you can rest on someone’s shoulder Someone who understands that you’re not fighting alone You hope that someday you can speak without being judged Someone who understands that you’re not drowning alone

Instead of seeking the truth That word has already drifted away with chemical fluids I will no longer be a good person Humans are not objects within a single paragraph

Comfort has long been abandoned They are thirsty for meaning Building castles out of sand Before being swept away by the waves

Take me along with my consciousness The fairies who grant umbrellas of protection Bullets are no longer fired They wait for people to arrive Take me along with my anger Take everything you deem bad Take everything you deem dangerous

That girl already knows the game She was fed with beautiful things when she was a child She will no longer hang her life on others She has her own dream as a human being

Comfort has long been abandoned They are thirsty for meaning Building huts out of wood Before being consumed by fire