Trapped.

In a never ending confusion.
Cause i know my question can't get an answer,
That can satisfy me.

I keep asking to the sky.
What is the matter of this world?
But the sky can only show their beauty.

Again, i asked,
Why do we have to live,
When in the end, we are all going to die?
Just, what is the world wants from us?

Again, the sky can only show their beauty.

Why do we have to suffer on this live?
What is the point of survive?
Why we chase happiness, when it finally can just gone easily?

But again, the sky can only show their beauty.
While trying to release its burden.
Rain.