Running out of time as the clock ticking away relentlessly toward the midnight.
Today will be yesterday and tomorrow will be today.
He who I was becomes history. The fate of him forever sealed.
In order for me to be born he must die. Die he must.
Otherwise I am nothing but a walking dead. Occupied by the ghost of the past.
Fill with regret and remorse. No tears can wash that away.
Let go! I cry out loud.
You had your moment. Now is mine.
Let me be the potential you once strived for.
Let me live the life you once dreamed of.
- Chen-en Lee