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Tomorrow is the day where I could hold my hand.
Greet the sun is blazing like a torch
Then looked at my eyes often filled with knife

Tomorrow is the day where I can find him at a crossroads
Full of dust and gravel will lunge lunged,
Self-conscious human beings along the path, and the conglomerates who have lost their names.
Then, I take you far away to walk. Through the bridge crossing, zebra cross, sidewalks, traffic lights and noisy uproar lurking death and highlights the faces of the wounds penetrated deep.
So that we will stop in one spot together.

Tomorrow is the day where I was yelling to call.
Although you can not ignore it and let the coolness scavenge amid the flames, sacred fire in the sky.
I ran and ran thou.
Not to chase you chase but the roar of the stamp on the asphalt-stomping

Tomorrow is the day when I face you on the battlefield, between life and death is heartbreaking.
And I'm picking up the blood and tears of blood-granddaughter children as weapons against you.
Then, I will repay with my life.
Although no longer touched the hearts that remember me.

Tomorrow is the day where I will embrace the rain in my arms
And I heard the whispers that surrounded the small ears, leaving emotion.
Then, I saw a dirty body while facing cold, and heating is not as beautiful as a rainbow looks like.


Tomorrow is the day when I saw the smiling, singing songs, painting, reading fairy tales, and poetry for me.
And we ponder the fate and suspend the words of the soul of turbulent yesterday
Then, I cherish you into space.
So you can fly like birds chirping sounds of sowing.

Tomorrow is the day where I would be stunned, lay in a lack of awareness.
Waiting time is over.
Then, I saw the angels separated me with you.

Tomorrow is the day when I still be me.