The fear comes and goes as it wants,

He never finds the truth until the day was come.

Why? Why me? The question keeps going around and around.

The difference between you and I; the life

Was a big disparity between them, in the eyes.

The unknown future; unfamiliar places; a stranger, who were friend of

Another soul of my body,

Another me.

I heard the sound scream of silence

Inside my heart.

Am I cursed--

Then why?

Two different soul in one body as a play of a drama,

The one--

Of opposite me.

Why does everybody leave,

Why does everybody see so many different views of me?

Why--

Why--

Why.

Me, the unlucky one.

The fear comes and goes as it wants,

He never finds the truth until the day was come.

Why…