It's like a feather, blown away cause of winds
I go, without knowing direction, wandering
What's going on in my mind they ask
Through the air or through the land
Voices that calling me,
smothering me, asking me to come back.
Hands that holding me,
somehow getting weaker
I'll put through my life for searching
some of them say it's not worth it,
but I do the best for it,
to find, the truth, to know the secrets.
Then, I go, again, wandering,
through the time limits,
now I found the secrets, that no one knew,
I just wish to be vanish, so I can be the only who know.