Paradise
What if at the end of this road
There’s only darkness and nothingness?
What if one day the truth unfolds
And what we believed in turned into ashes?
Will you wait for me at the gate?
Together, we’ll finish the race?
Darling, don’t you hesitate.
As long that I can see your face
There’s nothing that I’m afraid.
We were born as slaves
That’s why we hope and dream of being free.
We hide our tears and try to be brave
We dream and live in our fantasy and avoid reality
When I look into your eyes
All I can see is paradise.
Even though we don’t know why
Everything have its end and dies,
We cry, accept, and survive.
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