New Dawn for the Barefoot Cinderella

There will be black and white

Some dancing butterflies and barking dogs

even the scars behind the mask

You can see them all in the mirror

The sun's maybe not coming up

but the moon is the fire of the night

accompany you in tears and laugh

till you realise that you love what you hate

This is not the end of the world

to be a used book or the second hand clothes

to be a barefoot Cinderella without the glass shoes

That's not the point of being true

Beheld of the shadow

time is passing by, failed to get the attention

Don't be scared, the rain will wipe away your sorrow
because this is just the new dawn for the new day