Sometimes I am standing here,
Over this crossroad,
Face another night alone
Learn how people came and gone...

Sometimes I am turning around,
Try to don't care anything,
Let it came
And let it gone...

And Sometimes...
I trapped,
Can't go anywhere
But it feels so warm...

There's something deep inside,
That only myself know,
Felt but untouched,
Heard but unspoken,
Seen but unreal...

- vant_0810 -