I see people going and coming, and some not knowing where they're going
While some are going to a place that there's no coming back
Which make me realize and cherish all the memories that I have
And if only people will also harbor what they have
We will stick it out to the end of these dark times
In the darkness, and when it's raining
The joy that tomorrow brings when the sun comes shining

Withal, I cherish basking in solitude
Still and all, solitariness has it negativeness, but sometimes you got to sort yourself from the world
So now I'm looking out...