The routine becomes more important now.
the routes, the conversations, even the minutes, there is a different sense.
BECAUSE RIGHT NOW?
Of course, because my time is running out.
because, my chance to live as the cigars now live has already expired.
I guess, it's my fault, a fault with excuses.
I never really wanted to finish it in a way.
I never thought that life would teach me its bitter taste.
we always believe that we are safe from the odds
but no, in the list of that 1% our name can be.
Unfortunately, I understood it now.
when I love what I hated.
I will enjoy until the last grain of sand gets a rest.
nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
Words never die, we do
