When people turn their face away.

And we couldn’t find the way.

When all our efforts goes in vain.

To bring things back again. 

Even if we did nothing wrong,

People will want us to play along.   

When even in spring,

Thunder strikes us.

When even in summer,

Cold surrounds us.

We lose all hopes to be loved back as before.

And, we start living indoor.

No matter how nice we try to be, 

People will make us feel like a black sea.