6:00 p.m. - 2007-08-04
Love fades into the wind
Darling, where are you being taken to? Who is the guide behind the horse that is pulling your carriage? I fear of what I'm thinking. There's no such thing as confusement between us, you've made it quiet clearly; you're on your way, on your own.

With my arm reaching
With my ache bleeding
I lost the chance to tell you that I sincerely loved you
I guess it's just another feeling fading into the wind, as this world slowly dissapears.

Ride away from love
run away from life
but you can never outrun the end of the world.