please let me live, let me fly......
if not, then let me die.....

High in the sky, when I see birds fly, I become obsessed, but I dont know why?

Obsessed for future, bothered because of past,
why my present is apart......?

This youth..., this young age is taking over everything......
the sad truth is, I've got nothing....

Sometimes I feel that i wasted my time, I could've done many things....

But Harsh...