Thanks to midnight rain, a clear sky.
Thanks to life, a broken soul.
And thanks to mistakes, gloom.
Sitting by the window while watching how the world goes on,
the smoke of a harmful cigarette, in which you try to sink your pain,
flies over your head.
Trying to steal time to life you remember those moments when you used to say
"there's a lot of time left",
those moments that now seem so far away
we are in a countdown.
Trying to forget the best moments of your life so far just because he's not there anymore.
Trying to change your mistakes
Trying to reach your star
Trying to reach the most important