Fight of Life

We are living in this world like drifters.
Like one tiny star in the entire universe.
But we try our best to shine,
to hope that someday we will be divine.
To fight for the life we want,
it's a bet for victory and joy that may come.
To love the life that we have,
from the cradle, to the grave.

We are just drifters in this pool of mess,
be it masculine, feminine or neither of them.
It doesn't matter, really,
the fight, the love, or the mess.
Sailing against the flow of time,
we fought, we loved, we won, we lost.
What about the victory, what about shame?
Winners or losers, we are all the same.
A pack of dust is what remains,
does it matter, a hero or a saint?
Let it flow and unleash the pain,
release the soul and rest the strain.

Eternal peace, O eternal peace,
you are beautiful to those who sees.