Is my dream not enough to reach out the sky that limit us?
The thin cloud locked me in, the greyer it get, the thicker it became,
my dream never set foot in.

Is my voice so low caused my thoughts never show?
The world be a giant stage that the crowd of people be my audience,
but never one or once attends.

The wait for the unknown and unsure,
the week you deem to let me expect,
just a disappoint news to receive.