In my right hand, a rusty pen and in my left hand, a map
With lots of baggage, I can’t carry much because I’m me
At least, before I can nod, I must spin a tale
While my ears can catch the sound, before it slips away
A melody that can be both a bouquet and a weapon
So, forever, we’ll keep singing, even when we’re tired of walking
A warm light that turns the melancholy face
I’m searching for magic words that gently shine
Hoping they will reach someday
Time is unpredictable, walking with a carefree attitude
Hurry, hurry, I must take your hand soon
If you embark on a journey, dream big
Let’s write a fairy tale that might make others laugh
Carrying my voice on the wind, letting it cross the sea
Believing it will reach the hearts of people passing by
The treasures I thought I held, I dropped and forgot
The constellations in the night sky are still distant, but I keep reaching out
A warm light that turns the melancholy face
I’m searching for magic words that gently shine
Hoping they will reach someday, even if we get tired of singing
A warm light that makes the melancholy face shine
I’m searching for magic words that gently shine
Hoping tomorrow will come soon
Time is unpredictable, it will leave soon
Quickly, quickly, I must embrace you