Gradually I began to believe in fate
Believe that everything has its own reason
Like a sailboat in the stormy sea
Let it go Where is it pushed?
Some people are not willing to be played by fate
They vow to fight against fame and fortune to the end
What they call fate may not be fate< /p>
And this is the destiny
But is everything destined?
If so, am I still me?
If so What's the point of my soul and my thoughts like this
It seems that the soul and body have been divided into two
The body has been abandoned and the oxygen has been extracted. space
Take a deep breath, but what your soul gets is full of pain and despair
Collapse...
When everything calms down
But I found it’s not that bad
If fate arranged for me to be faced with an abyss
I would jump down without hesitation
Go with all my strength Experience fear, panic, despair, astonishment, silence...