The morning feeling of laze
with the smell and freshness of sunlight
The dawn coming with a mystic haze
could this ever come from the past night?

Drifting along the world of mistrusts
searching for the meaning of my existence
It's as useful as watching the ticking of dusts
my heart crying for distances of the loved ones

Remembering the moments spent with you
still waiting, but neglecting my next breath
Yearning to forget and stop thinking of you
I know I am wasting my time, until I meet the death

I search within the memories of past
discretely waiting for an answer to this
I suspect the wait will forever last
for the answer to this I've already missed

Longing to confirm my dreams
The truth may forever be unknown
Doubting my own memories
The truth cannot be any less shown

Pleading for a spark in this dead life
Craving for a smile to this lifeless me
Hoping for the smell of a fresh life
Will a new dawn ever come for me?