We have been here before standing
At the world of broken promise
Perhaps it’s time to cut the
Bridge of world that connects us
When warmness evolves into a snow
We know it’s time to pack things up
We need to rebuild our shattered pieces
Bind it with a new hope
Contain it in a summer away from tempest
We used to be the air, inhaled by us
Now what is left, a suffocating
Box of distress that contains us
You will always be a chapter
In the story of my life
I know, I will be part of yours too
It’s just unfortunate
We at each other’s arm
Is not the conclusion
