When the purple fade

 

To those who don't know how to cry,

This is for you:

We like to walk in the rain

Because we absorb drops into our eyes

Our sadness turns into violence

Instead of expressing outside, 

We used to express against us...

Many say, "You are a closed person"

Nobody cares to open our doors.

We always feel tired, sick, and bored

Because nothing entertains us

We try to create lucid dreams

As backfiring, we become the prison of our lucid dreams..........

However, I will not give up

I start over the dream again

Where I can be with her

Where I can go wherever I imagine Under the Purple sky

Until the Purple fades, 

The Lucid dream collapses.

I beg, "Don't wake me from my dream"

Because My Lucid dream is the better reality.

Where I will be happier...

If I woke up, 

I find this reality an illusion.

Because I already postulated in my heart....