<sup>It's gonna be like hell tonight,
darkness dwells as light arrived.
It's something for a regretful ride,
but life is all I longed to bribe.

All I remember is the white snow,
on grounds leaving teardrop prints.
The sky is everything in blue,
and the bright light blinded me...

...it's just the clouds--
And so I thought.

She was born in the year of '59,
and just turned eight yesterday.
I saw her playing in the snow,
holding the empty tea cup side by side.

She walked to me and looked up,
and showed me what's in the cup.
I smiled and leaned down to her,
and the answer is almost there.

"Will you be alone like the cup?"
her wondering eyes locked on me.

"I don't know..." and I said,
"of when I'll be filled with hot tea."

I covered the empty cup with my hands,
and I asked her to count one-two-three.
I thought of a new hope and endless faith,
that someday it will come my way.

I've seen life after the first time I die,
and I never asked for a change myself.
Aren't I so lucky to travel amidst the lies?
Or I was just shown what I truly am?

"It's full! You filled my empty cup!"
bundled with joy feeling the warmth.
"Are you a magician? How did you do it?"

And I tapped her head slowly
"You and I are the same,
only different on what we're made to do."

I've started to lose my consciousness,
voices and sounds started to fade away.
My lungs seemed too heavy right now,
I'm trying to breath but all else fails.

And I fly away as I promised,
what you ask me for will never be done.
I'm calling and I believed,
everything is not a matter of choice.

For someone who called out my name,
is the same voice I heard before.
The time I first seen my old history,
just like a shadow full of guilt.

"You're right, we're the same...
and yet we're different." said she.
Tears dropped on my face, "But please...
please, don't leave me again..."

Not all things are made to happen,
not everything will be kept hidden.
But what I truly desired a long time ago,
is just to find peace on eternal chaos.</sup>