I always had my head hanging down,
staring at the floor, days just go by.
But when I looked back to them,
traces of tears are completely dry.
Countless bright dots floating all around,
each bittersweet, but I smile.
More scattered dots appear one by one
till they combine into a bright ray that shines.
No matter how beautiful it may be,
Tiny spots beside a bright light.
Choosing one is to let go of another.
Chasing the light a foot away.
On the other side of the door more new lights will wait.
Oh, so clumsy, I'm not able to take hold.
Why the hell do I keep on screwing up.
If this was forced, I would quit,
I'm chasing after my dream slow and steady.
Dots become a line that runs through past,
Growing little by little, this is my precious line.
You make me find the strength in me.
