The problem is that the system is rotten, it is not about an individual.
The problem is that there will always be a man who will revolt against this system.
The problem is that the revolution is never silent...
And then you'll complain that we make NOISE.
There lies in the past
A lost story
The story of a dreamer
The withered dreams.
There lies in the present
A vague story
The story of a wanderer
The lonely path.
There lies in the future
An unknown story
The story of the fallen
The undefined destiny.
In the silence of a withering heart,
In the prison of the golden bars,
I'd close my eyes and imagine happiness.
I'd close my eyes and imagine a smile.
Follow me in my imagination.
For, in reality, some battles never end in life.