It's not a dream
But I'm flying high high
Gotta wake up
Gotta take off
Under 18 I cant say no more
Afraid of being left alone
When I grow old enough
Will I feel any mature
When I grow old enough
Will I ever be fulfilled
When I grow old enough
When I grow old enough
Just filled with pain and boredom
Just like pendulum
Pure, will-less,
Music the only art
Embodied will itself possession
Universal language