i try much and i try hard,
swimming against the wave near and far,
but little dolphine is waving from the back and front,
i turn around, look around,
swimming against the wave near and far,
but it hurts when it tears the broken heart another mile apart.

believing miracle is just being naive,
no matter a helpless wave nor souless scream,
never gonna make it the song of a broken heart,
trying is an act of suicidal and suicidal.