a long time ago someone said we're all climbing up the stairs. I imagined it is kind of holy thing, full of glares. I've got used to their stares. I don't care and no one cares. but I hope you like my way of prayers. I threw all the things we cherished into the fire. flames got higher and brighter, dropped a shadow on the pyre. now I know I lost the one. now I know you were the one. now I know I lost the one. now I know you were the one. someday I'm gonna tell them we're all climbing up the stairs. It's not the kind of holy thing, but full of glares.