Flashy moments without substance
Pushing aside the densely piled jealousy
Right now, I am into my primal instincts.
But walking all the way to the sky
Hidden in my thoughts
Finding the True Reason to Live
It means that I am coming to find myself.
Perhaps,
Indifferent, walking a certain path
Just carrying an oxygen tank
How dare I
Weighing and measuring depth,
A scene where you don’t even know your place.
There was still a long way to go.
A gentle breeze, some days
Whistling with a fresh whistle
without being ashamed of oneself
Even if I am utterly poor
The path I walk is simple
You are always cold, hungry,
As if worried.
The deep fragrance of flowers, some days
Creating all kinds of bright bouquets
Warm to everyone I meet
willingly reaching out his hand
I walk my path leisurely,
You always feel lonely and desolate,
As if comforting her.
Under the sky, at a remote mountain corner
Even if it’s all a belated desperation,
Please, the sweat drops stepping on the sunset
Just a little bit of attention
So that I can find the lost me
Truly, walking all the way to the sky
Guide to that path!