dryfruit

I'm standing there like Dryfruit

It's withered, hard Dryfruit

I don't know what to do with it

It's in my hands

Give it to my Grandma?

Or eat it up by myself?

I don't know I wanna cry in the Confusion

I know I see clearly how it's like

When my Dream's over

No one's there but music that sings louder

For someone far away