Haru

I live my own world; Sometimes in isolation, Sometimes in deadness. Sometimes it's unhappiness, Filling my world with pessimism. Each day is a different day; A different beginning, A different ending. Hoping for sunshine each day, To shine on my withering heart. Hoping for the stars each night, To twinkle for me every night. Whatever it is, Whatever it might be, Tomorrow's going to be better. Tomorrow's going to be happy. That's what I hope for, That's what I dream of.