Where can I go to?nDoes my voice reach you?nIn the clear, cloudless skynI am alone, it tore me apartnnLook, if I keep fallingnMaybe I can become a little happynI even forgot what love isnlaughed, because I was torturing myselfnnI was sick of this hypocrisynWhat is it that you want?nMy disappeared feelingsnTurned into ash as I looked up into the skynnGood-bye my naivetynMy sins, my love and my transciencenI woke up, chewing an orangenYou held my left hand tightnnI was afraid to get hurt and scared of being alonenNow itfs raining but it will clear up Good-byenDoes my voice reach you?nnThe wonderful daysnThis is how they all endn