The start of a day and the repeat of the same things in my life
I hope I won’t lose myself
I’m a small bean in the basket called world
If happiness was hiding in some corner of my youth
I would’ve searched in the trash can, under the table, in the shoe box
But the things I hoped for aren’t here
happiness is only a rumor I’ve never witnessed
feeling hungover in the morning, I encounter my food
I have to swallow this in order to make it, I have to go out
maybe life is like the soles of my father’s shoes
hitting endlessly the ground, worn out and hurting
If happiness is like hide and seek
I would’ve searched like crazy every corner, alley and street
when everyone was laughing at me with a clueless expression
I didn’t find the answer to see, I just believed
November of 2011, I was a small bean in a bag
I believed that the black bag wouldn’t be my sky
since repeatition and ordinariness aren’t sins
so I curl up and count
It's still the middle of the night
The night of the 27th, the night I walked aimlessly
I stood under the streetlight without knowing where to go next
the night of the 27th, I was so pathetic
I felt like I would get caught if I opened my eyes
the faraway times that night
When the sun rises, I’ll live another day that was just like yesterday
I’ll follow the busy subway, the same footsteps
when we talk about dreams while drinking, I couldn’t speak truthfully
in case anyone would notice, I talked even louder
I want to escape from this place
I want to live as myself
before I get more coward, before I get scared, I want to live as myself now
a small bean with sadness and a few drops of tears in its body
and holding on the shining belief, enduring the endless nights
I believe in myself,I endure my dreams
I knowing that me being pathetic is only temporary
just like a bean that one day will sprout
I’m getting tougher inside the black bag
The night of the 27th, the night I walked aimlessly
I stood under the streetlight without knowing where to go next
the night of the 27th, I was so pathetic
I felt like I would get caught if I opened my eyes
the faraway times that night
I endured another day angered by the world again
it was hard to be courageous and easy to give up
I counted, you better hide because I see your hair
where are you hiding? wherever you go, it doesn’t matter
Now, one, two, three, four, again, five, four, three, two
the world calls me a tagger,and I covered my eyes
I used to be confused but now I’m walking my own way
If I count to ten and tomorrow comes, I’ll shine more
I’ll shine even more
The night of the 27th, the night I walked aimlessly
I stood under the streetlight without knowing where to go next
the night of the 27th, I was so pathetic
I felt like I would get caught if I opened my eyes
the faraway times that night