My story, my line,
I plot it.
My shadows, my pain,
I take it.
My sorry, my guilt,
I said it.

Is there any chance for this stigma to be removed?
Will there be another hope to be ignite?
What happen if it drifts further than expected?
Will the contact be made together again?
This is so scientific.

The pull, the gravity
Will it bring?
The pull, the gravity
Will it sink?
The pull, the gravity
Will it resist?

I wonder, i wonder.
I wonder very much when will it be back

The delightful harmonica once blowing.
The catching up of directions when the time is running.
When will it be back.
I wonder

Will you show less care about this?
I wonder

Is this the end?
I wondered
The end.

Looking out, finding the answers.