The past, we all have,

The past, we all have

We have it, in the dark

The assumed assembly

with fierce and flowers;

being young is a joy of light

and now darkness coming to

your doorstep-

What's gonna future brings

So, we should end this here,

Because, it's setting hopes too high

"that hope" is a lie

with feathers inside

She can spread her wings

and fly-

Hell is the destination

Too far to find.