Flare of Gun

Many people always die,

No one of them really lives

Inhale all the single days and hold one's breath before exhale

Every second of your time

If neglected should be blight;

Clutch your sand-glass by the frame but never lose its grains

Rit

Life burns so quickly and your light will slow down,

Try to escape but you'll always be found.

Present is only a flare of a gun

Future is coming there's nothing to done

Time is a circle that's running around

Never left aging your soul!

From beginning 'till the end

There's someone that still pretends;

We must pay for what we've gained they neither selling cheap the pain

Fate may chase you on the road,

Sometimes choose to leave you alone

Sometimes leaves you fall in danger hanging on the edge