There must be the scene I used to look Have you seen it already? In that scene I am standing really far Draw the map with repetition failure Burnish my refined sense And if all roads in this world reaches to a sharpen cliff Do not be afraid The map to the future is drawn yourself.
Shouldn't look for short cuts You can find your own way naturally Or maybe you've known Things you've passed aren't everything The direction you should go There is no seachilight You can find groping your best way No one can figure out if it is right We are all crossing endless passage
I don't know to talk about conduct life I don't think I am the answer All are decided to your circumstances Much luck acreoss by coincidence Unhappiness sparks happens many times All reflects in your mirror Choose one from many selections With drawing your endless traveling map
