If I can be myself like a past picture it's possible to smile somehow. I can also weep no more. facing such the end of the day too If I can be kind like the sunset of the old town It's possible to flow bad memories and lies cleanly. the fear go through calmly facing this night too by no control impulse by one-sided emotion by dry and fresh words ticking away this moment (or time) by no control impulse by one-sided emotion by no control impulse by one-sided emotion by dry and fresh words ticking away this moment (or time)