Time flies, life is passing by, unconnected as me, is still struggling with the broken pieces inside.
Why, if feels like all the surroundings are irrelevant to me, and yet drawing me to the status I do not like.
How, if any possibilities exit, the shattered soul to restore, or to reborn.
The mist ahead, where is the determined mind?
Nonetheless, survive, survive, only making an existence could possibly cast the sorrow and the rage outside.
