The sun is rising no matter what you do
But still the cold air in your heart-hole passing through
I don't know what will happen if I standstill
Cuz no one cares about what you are and what you do
No hope for restructure?
But why not carry on? Take some action!
I know inside you've already been dead.
It's good thing when your dead, you've no debt.
Even the shining stars collide, burst and die.
If the nature is the collapse then why do you cry?
It's kind of Pollyanna but remember to smile
Up until you find some reason why
