A letter wrote on the scattered book
with golden ink but it have no beam
This air freeze and it stab my throat
no water to drink instead the wall to hide
I`m not here to fix this sky
When it turns to be gray...so be it
When it turns to be blue.....then you have it

Even the rain knows I never want to leave
but it will never change although this ground gone red
For the rest of my life I`ve been truth for honesty
but not like this....

I left this morning before anyone should be awaken from their sleep
dreaming and imagine and close it eyes

For the people I love,
Sorry for this kind of good bye
for the people I hate,
Sorry to birth you a hatred

Running through the rain
with dark sky above
I throw this letter to the burned tree
after all my last good bye is by living all behind