original version.

There’s no winner,

there’s no loser,

in the end,

the only truth,

the only real thing

after our battles,

we fought,

after all the struggles

we thought:

is that we change.

The feeling of losing,

is so real, so bitter.

For many things,

there’s no filter.

Of this new man

I can hear the whisper

What about you, dear sister?

In this world,

where everything is fake

and ask yourself,

who really won

in this sad lake.