Wake up and look back to the old attic days, full with memories but not talking about anything present.

Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life. 

Come off the outside to see: same people with indentical ideas and desires, set out to find something unreal paths. Laugh to mask our sad faces. Going home and suck me a circle.

And again and again, and again every day...