Friday night
March four
Sitting behind a Watch Ball
To see my destiny 

Its about to two at night 
Silence is disturbed 
Only for dog's barking 
And watchmen's whistle 

In deep dark
All alone me 
Sitting behind a Watch Ball
To see my destiny 

My past seventeen years
My next beautiful morning 
Each and every moments 
All of me 

I can see the slides 
My own real timeline 
How much time gone, can't tell
I can see my mirror image
In the mysterious Watch Ball

Its been turned dark 
In very low intense of light 
I hardly can see a shadow
Of a young man like me
Hanging

It only makes sense 
When I be ... 

Suddenly
Watch Ball brighten up 
Some words have been cleared out
"Yes, This is your destiny,
Result of past seventeen years"

I've tied a rope with the ceiling 
A nice loop has been ready
I'm all prepared 
To make my destiny true

For the very last time 
I've looked at myself
My mom, my dad
My little sister
My dearest persons 
Crystal clear sharp faces 
I've just recalled all

I've looked at the Watch Ball
And begin hanging 
My clocked just stopped

I saw the Watch Ball
Saying 
"Try Again"