Sullied by karma

The thought about "Tomorrow" seems hazy like a mirage in the desert
So why i still trying to create it?
So why i still trying to create it?

aah, A beautiful sentimental being crushed again
The word that I am lining began to crumble
To where should I let out these emotions go?

Even If i assume these is happiness
Why it's aching here
Even if i assume there is parallel world
Why there's also a death over there

"Tomorrow" "Tomorrow" give me my fortune telling
"You're no longer here" "You're no longer living"

I see why I didn't notice it earlier
The worst thing I just done
The best result I ever done
But it doesn't matter anymore
Let's head to where everyone go...