Streets are empty, as if here is just me
Sky is burned in my hands, so my trees
My scream reverberates inside myself
I have no home, but I have myself
I played to timeless children
I rode roads on the dreamback
I don't know to borrow from the life
I am plentiful today, but I might be meager tomorrow
I am a servant, I can't complain to a servant
As if everyone is whiter than white, just I can't be a sinner
I can't shrink behind walls
My burden is heavy, but I can't blame anybody
Today, I told a secret to myself first time
I walked around in mystery gardens
I accepted that I can't make the time turn back
I melted my regrets in waters