I am a piece of paper roaming on the street
From this car to that car
Without knowing what is written on me
From this letter to that letter
Maybe I am a branch of a tree
From this season to that season
Without knowing that you scattered me
From this heart to that heart
While dragging along with what you've written
I'm not in my right mind
I'm just a piece of paper
That hand is yours, you are always mine