Desolation, isolation That means where I stand Combination of information That means where I've been
Discomfort of depression I know well it's ill But anxiety in reality It would never disappear
I know I need to be sure about me And I know I need to stop repeating wandering It's hard, it will always be I'm fully aware of it
I wanna have falling Endlessly dreams again Long for the rough texture Of chinese old bricks Wish I could run on the Rugged hill of cornfield again I wanna swim in the Nostalgia of childhood again
