Love was never simple,
Where is the source of light?
All of the roads of the world,
When will we truly learn?
Dreams don't always come true,
What will become of the day?
However, life is full of ironies,
Why not abide life's song?
courage not always right,
the great luminous sun,
can suddenly become night.
don't simply twist and turn,
they don't only throw you off,
where the curve begins to churn.
they might all shatter midway.
Futile may be the struggle,
leaving us nothing else to say.
for there's no short without long,
we have to learn to accept,
the right along with the wrong.