...my melody keeps me alive,
although I seek freedom,
I'm a slave to my purpose,
I wish I could be less of me,
but, that's only a dream.
I crossed paths with the goods,
the devils, the kinds and the greed,
so what's there left
that I haven't seen?
Why do I keep playing my notes?
Why do I keep dance?
Is it for you? Is it for me?
Is it for remembering?
I'll never know, and I wish that I won't.
Faceless, my smile is gone,
But I'll keep playing this
with the hope,
that one day it will guide me back home.