My Words, Your Words

In a seemingly obnoxious place
Where time manifested itself
Into something that we can embrace
We may put our hope in it
In order to heal and restore us

In what happy, magical, dwelling place
are we in for these remaining days?
Should we live in it or just let it die?

We may not leave but we can just go
3.. 2.. 1.. and the bell is ringing softly
How many times this needs to be repeated?

In the distant faraway bright future
Where nobody has reached there yet
Which everyone are curious to seek
Anybody may give up something for it
In order to realizing what they have imagined

In what terrifying, dreadful, circumstances
are we in for quite such a long time?
Could you live in it or just let it die?

We can't just leave yet we can just go
3.. 2.. 1.. and the bell is ringing slowly
How could we ended up this way?

9.. 8.. 7.. and the bell is stopped ringing
6.. 5.. 4.. and the bell is no more to be heard
3.. 2.. 1.. and the bell is nowhere to be seen

It's too late to ask..
What you.. wish.. for..