Where am I living,
How am I living...

I can hear your airless call,
Sprawly in fall...

The Me I have been creating is for Another.
Though I came to realize it long ago...

Once more, it starts.
The gathering of smiles...

Do I have to live as a redemption child?
Do I have to be made of caressing...

Do you know
What no one knows...

Though I shed no tears,
I am crying...

Wise words
Bedim the cruelty...

Wise words
On naive ears...

Deep-rooted
Existence...

Strings played in distress
Catalyze the resonance...

Rather than frightened
Doing nothing...