riding the train along these broken trails, i lost something.
maybe i was right. it always withers away. but who cries for it? i'm still waiting to find out.
beside the carousel there's a lost and found. but as the rain falls from the wide open sky, it's lost again. somehow left behind.
now i still run, and i'm not going back, as i'm still looking for the end of the road.
late as rain. new album out soon.