The only way to enter through that narrow gate
Is make myself smaller by cutting and tearing down myself
Just when I think I have almost nothing left to lose
I suddenly I look into the mirror to realize I have yet to lose my pride
The home I left behind, the faces I long to see and those warm dinners and laughters
I shake my head to shake them off,
Then I hear a voice calling my name and saying, "don't stop keep going"
If I'll ever be able to reach deep down under the furious waves
Where the rivers gather (into the sea)
Then someday, I will weep and laugh until my heart explodes
And put an end to a long, journey with no regrets
Then again, I'm starting to find rest in
The hard bet that I'm getting user to and it makes me afraid and worried
My shameful laziness and every little greed
How old should I be to put my heart at rest?
Day by day, the burden of solitude gets heavier yet I endure its weight
Because the fear of being meaninglessly forgotten
Is even harder and sadder (Then the burden of solitude)
If I'll ever be able to reach deep down under the furious waves
Where the rivers gather (into the sea)
Then someday, I will weep and laugh until my heart explodes
And put an end to a long, journey with no regrets
In order to know the real me that no one ever told me about