We are pallid strangers
In a world that no one seems to care
and we keep on wondering
in our existence, no one care to stare
Time is passing by
Counting springs, summers and rainy days gone
Same places, people, and friends bid goodbye
Yet our hearts remain forever as one
We came to savor the meaning of success
From the fruit of our sweats, from the yield of our toils
But our hearts are still replete with emptiness
We even invited Saint of Death to touch our souls
Our hearts molded by time and space
Neglected norms and standards as we started to plan
Our stubborn hearts crafting like a whizz
But lo, ordeal messed it up, things left undone
In a world that no one seems to care
and we keep on wondering
in our existence, no one care to stare
Time is passing by
Counting springs, summers and rainy days gone
Same places, people, and friends bid goodbye
Yet our hearts remain forever as one
We came to savor the meaning of success
From the fruit of our sweats, from the yield of our toils
But our hearts are still replete with emptiness
We even invited Saint of Death to touch our souls
Our hearts molded by time and space
Neglected norms and standards as we started to plan
Our stubborn hearts crafting like a whizz
But lo, ordeal messed it up, things left undone
Another time, another try
Another bet to a game of chance
To endure the agony and tests of time
Playing together the staccato in a life dance
Another bet to a game of chance
To endure the agony and tests of time
Playing together the staccato in a life dance
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