[I was sitting alone on that bench along the streetside café..staring at the setting sun and thinking about my recent failure of giving up on the most desired jobit seemed like the end of my world.]
Dejected and crestfallen I was sitting alone on the bench,
It really seemed like the end of my world, with no aspiration left.
I had no hopes of sustaining in this world, I had no dream to fight for,
Maybe I lost it all, My destiny deprived me of it all by staging the perfect theft.
A loud thud behind me dragged me back to the real world, Saw people running,
They all ran to a spot where a girl was lying bathed in blood, most of her parts ...