Second Guess

I got a feeling the path we are crossing

and some dead-ends in our sweet journey

I kind of know some littles words

we will speak at the last line of our hopes

We'll reach the peak of dramas

and silence will be our language

no resurrection neither restoration

how pitiful these second guesses I have

I got these goosebumps from your stares

as the last farewell of sailing our boats

in this waving solemn seas across our lives

my dear, brief yourself as we felt it the same