Why everything looks so complex?
Forgiveness seems senseless
Is the future lost?
I only want to be able to love smoothly
Why everything is so difficult?
The damaged heart still beats
The present seems senseless
Do I only want to have an endless dream?
Why my fear is so afflict?
The past is always written
I only want to be your love
Without reason or meaning
Because to live is to pass running
the time that can be lived.