It's so long ago, that I shouted laughing at the rain. It's so long ago, that I fiercely dreamed of getting lost. How many senseless years will I waste once again? How long will I sleepwalk into a life of duty and pain? Everyone is just sick for something called "fun", Which is in fact just a way to flee our meaningless lives. Can I demand back what we sold so recklessly and for a rock-bottom price? I've had my moments - but I would have liked for my life To have been nothing but moments, one after another.