I open my eyes into the dark
Of a bleak nightÂ…
I open the window 
And enjoy the wind touching my cheeks.
I bet it comes from afar 
But I can't figure out from whereÂ…
It comes with a secret message
That's dedicated only to meÂ…

‘Take haste,
Sort out your life before erased.
You know you have all the time,
All the time till you die.'

It wipes the leafs off the ground
And deletes the clouds high above,
It brushes the dust away,
The dusts of those are gone.
It dries all my tears, but again 
It keeps me weeping insideÂ…
It pats my heart with a chill
And then it whispers to meÂ…

‘Take haste,
Sort out your life before erased.
You know you have all the time,
All the time till you die.
Take haste,
Sort out your life before erased.
You know you have all the time,
All the time till you die.'