Does it start from the day or the night?
Things keep changing; the earth keeps rotating
Does it have to be black and then white?
Is there always rainbow after the rain?
When misunderstanding dawned
And when no one tried to solve it
When everything is such a waste
It’s when unspeakable feelings strike
From dawn to dusk, I try to get myself busy
I laugh with friends, yet I still feel empty
….
I don’t know if you ever feel the same way
I only know that she’s by your side
But I am here on my own
…
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