When you lose your soul...

The world seems got disturbed by your way...

You feel everything is just a gift...

And someday, the owner will ask it back to him...

When you feel distracted...

You just see this life just like a travel...

And you are the wanderer in the middle of the dessert...

Feel thirsty so much that you couldn't find any oasis near you...

When your spirit gone...

It feels like you were watching the cloud that gone so fast by the wind blow...

Is there any kind of purpose from this life?

Or we just wandering around this nasty world and then die and done?

Oh my Lord...

I'm trying to understand what is this life means...

I'm trying not to cry when it feels hurt to lose but I can't feel loss...

Is this what misery means to be?

Time goes on without any compromise...

And here I lie near the river of despair...

Far, far away from those who thinks that they are the truth...

And countdown to the death, faster than before...

Sayonara my life...

Sayonara my friends...

Sayonara my family...

And nice to see you, my Lord...