Last time, or is there any time?
I got this crazy feeling deep inside, but I can’t talk about it
One more step in, all of the stuff happening are so true
They are true aren’t they?
How can when he wakes up, then they becoming out of the order
Dreams just doesn’t make any sense, only happen while he wakes up
There is on one at the desk right now, empty like the day before I went to bed
The bell is ringing, shall I answer?
It will be like last time, like every other time it just repeat again and again
A voice says from the other side: don’t wake up in the morning; otherwise the dreams are a lie.
Remember the traffic light?
The boy got up at the night, walk on the street, alone
People told me when he grow up, he will be successful
After the 26 traffic lights, no more candy, toy or time
It’s a fact that what anything can turns around
It’s a fact that what we all have to facing through
There are so many facts we going to have everyday
Those ones we know and we deal with them
And those ones we know but we trying to jump over them
When the boy turns around
His shadow already disappears in the lobby.
[room 2217]. Missing
Ever trying to find something back?
Or just back them into the right order?
Tell you that you just can not do that, same as all of us.
Bullshit isn’t it? But that’s how thing missing
The minuter we lost the thing, won’t be the same one while we get it back
Like the candy from childhood, the feeling while you are drunk
Like the old story while people on the train of 2046, they never come back from the future
And everyone has their own 2046, mine is 2217, and it’s a room.
I have to pass this room every day, never end, even after I die
And every time I pass the room, I will lose something in it
A piece of memory, money, hair, something I don’t even care while I in the room
They maybe become important after I leave that room, or next time while I in
But I never, ever can get those things back
Even one day, I never walk back from that room
Like an April First, a missing 2217.
Once he reach the top level, he found out
There is nothing but the air
And at the end, he finally got what he want, but nothing
This is what I used to been told, used to been doing, and used to follow
At the end I success, get what I want, but boring, as before I got them, I know I am
It kind of doesn’t make any sense but, that’s the dreams, the facts and the missing things, make up the final, nothing
It’s true but it’s cruel, it’s the life of anyone know or don’t know how to deal with
When it end
Like the four season