The Red Sun Rises, Part II

Making mistake is like writing on a piece of paper-

you know it can be erased but the scares remain.

We try to forgive and forget the wrong and bad-

but at the end, we're the ones remain sad.

How can we not do terrible mistakes

when it comes crawling in your head,

confusing your mind and memories

of what you had before it's dead.

We try to do what's best for people

but never care what's best for ourselves.

We try to not hurt good people's heart

but at the end we're the brokenhearted.

This cycle of life will keep on moving-

although we keep on losing.