Saturday night between the dark and light,
Listen to the old music with a lot of melody,
Drink a hot vanilla while writing a poetry,
There is a life that I almost forget.
Meet some people who know your name,
Meet some people who didn’t know who you’re,
People come and go with their own reason,
And the good one will stay and be your companies.
Time passed and you never turn back,
Never feel useless and fail as a person,
Heading foward and reach all the dream,
Because life is a long way to be home.
There is a place and there was empty,
There was a fight and there is a hope,
They are a dream and there is a way,
And here you are about to reach it all.
Between red and white,
There is a blood for it.
Because a house doesn’t a home,
And a home is a place where you will stay in the end of your day.
Forget a problem and enjoy a night,
Forget who hurt you and drink a cup of vanilla,
Its sweet like a life,
Because life is just a vanilla topping.
