Release To Manufacturing

實習的報告後天要交，可是明天白天要上班，晚上又和朋友有約，所以基本上今天晚上是最後一天可以寫了。

我還寫不到一半。

好想睡。

老王公佈了這首的歌詞，我竟然可以活著等到這天，真是三生有幸。

Love is standing on a doorway to see if she happens to come walking by

I

What I've said did mean nothing to you

'cause life is not the stories with our favorite lines

by the day we noticed what we've lost

every effort has been stultified

yet "Was there a time for those unconscious bones

struggling in the middle to sell their own?"

Is the only question i've kept in mind to 

pass into vanities and find our home 

II 

Now our house collapsed with no sound

blend with no tears

but painfully tore us apart 

then catching my feet I'm running out of my town

before my sun floats like poisons 

I shall ask it more

"Was there a place for those unsung stories

waiting on the doorway to make their own?"

"keep" you say "running through the shadows 

down to your doorway and see it glow." 

III

but time set everything gently into shadows

I'm staring at her passed down to thee

standing on the road of desperation

now I know love will never happen again

IV

[silent]

V

I will know

Love doesn't mean to be writing off the one who keeps what his way should be

Given all the tears 

streaming down my face I would break what i loved 

become what I used to be

"down to the road and see it blowed"