There is a bit of rain dropping from your breakfast table,

The road ahead gets wet together with my iron heart.

Like a crying face with teardrops dotting the skylines,

Ya are a blooming magic trembling in a stone, Jesus knows.

 

Ya don’t earn much money, ya don’t have big house,

To settle down her big family together with her giant hunger.

The epic leaving the trails was told too late, written by halves.

Why ya meant a choice but fed back with no selectable options.

 

Some people belonged to the past,

Some people belong to the future.

Too soon to live,

Too late to die.

 

Why ya get a lonely heart eager to devote to another lonely one.

Why ya stay stupid and stay reliable with an empty hand.

Why ya failed to wake me up with the first bird in the first sunrise,

Why ya pure as snow white that whitens dusts and trash.

 

The heroine asked for a romantic encounter with a stranger,

The boy within a whisker struggled to be her hero.

Set the autumn free, set the palace a fire,

Too old to get emotional, too young to love right.

 

Some people belonged to the past,

Some people belong to the future.

Too soon to live,

Too late to die.

 

A small accident or a big surprise to love in the embrace of enemies.

Knocks on doors connected to the hopeless with helping hands.

Why ya don’t  blow down the incomplete world instead of mending it.

Close ya fogy eyes, top up the empty cups.

 

Why ya concluded it’s hormone flooding in breath ’coz you ached.

Why ya arm me with suit of dreams at crying pillows over warm nights.

Jesus knows why ya are defined to the edge of earth beyond my reach.

Why ya why ya why ya love is fake to let bygones be bygones.

 

Some people belonged to the past,

Some people belong to the future.

Too soon to live,

Too late to die.

Drop it like a toy.