Living In the generation between Love and tragedy , by hearing out the voice of melancholy is calling out your name in a twisted fate..
How Many years for us to meet, in a long lost soul half along way there?
For we seek each other in a wrong place at the wrong time, that's when we thought of happiness in a place like home
A taste of bittersweet till it disguise as a daydreams.
Fall into a bottomless pit wears off into deep depression,
Through an endless loop that sucks out souls away, till there's nothing left but an empty heart
And finds another love of your life has gone away when it's too late.
Life doesn't makes sense that Love is a Lost in Translation...