I can see from your tired eyes that this task isn’t made for you.
The light flashed.
One, two, three.
Four, five, six.
The drum sounds louder than yesterday.
The colored lightstick thrown to the sky.
Yet, the melody never been sound so charming.
This is not what it should be, but you still play like this is the last day on earth.
You’ve never look dissatisfied like this.
And I couldn’t help but notice, this task isn’t made for you.
Run to the east and walk like summer on winter.
Run to the beach and colored it yellow.
Backwards and repeat.
There were time better than this.
You should realize, that this task isn’t made for you.
Oh wait, you already knew it.