(?)…Non-sense…(?)
Sometimes I feel tomorow is my day…
But then I know,’tomorow’ is my end…
I know,it’s strange,but it’s the way…
The story comes and then it ends…
My pride,it’s big…
But sometimes,it’s too smole…
To fight for right and pease…
Cause pride is shadow of my self…
It comes,but often it’s just gone….