Past
generations rest in our memories
for them I would be mad I go in other directions
Uh....Never see the sun again
Uh....Never see the moon again
Uh....Never feel the wind again
Uh....Never see the sea again
I love, I kill, I play
I create
I feel, I see, I touch
I could write a letter with no name
that explains why I'm not dead
I can't travel out from the place
where I usually dream and think
where I try to find myself
I remember her fingers while scratching my skin
I can't lose the feelings with the games
that I play to carry on
And I see the exciting games in my hand
I want only to be free
and travel into the green lands away from me (yeah)
In any case, I can't do anything good
and everything is gone
and too far away someone is waiting for me.
I've been here for so many times
this place is changed as I look like deep inside
I'm scared to watch out and realize
nothing remains for me to be recognized
