So many times, I asked myself
I was born in this world and grew up, for what?
And why the clouds float and the rain pours?
In this world I won't expect to anything from myself.
I would fly beyond the clouds, but, no wings
The starlight lures me from afar
So hard to reach the star, though the goal is beside my hand
Will I have enough strength for the throw? I don't know..
I will wait just for a moment
And then, get ready for my journey
Lead me to my dream and hope
My star, don't burn out yoursself, please!
Wait for me..
How many paths do I have to go by?
How many peaks should I conquer to find my own self?
How long should I keep falling from the cliff?
And, any sense, will it be?