Whatever floats your boat they say
But hey,
kinda hard to reach them anyway

Sir, my ideas and dreams were hue yesterday.
Today, it's blue and grey
Where are my happy colors?
Will you folks ever be back anytime, today?

My goals,
are thousand pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
Hard to connect each other.
Some pieces are missing.
I know. I know.

Young man, always remember
Your dreams are just scattered jigsaws
Nail it to your soul
You're not a broken mirror.

I've created my own monster
                  I've built my own labyrinth
                               Believe me
                             It's not funny

                 I thought you're a sunshine
                       You're no sunshine
                      Your rays are strong
                             It burns me

                      How could I escape
                  From this place i've made
                I'm supposed to be the king
                       Ruler of everything

                      Now I am a prisoner
                  Of this freaking monster
                    I thought we're friends
                         I just thought so

                             Oh monster
                         Please let me go
                    We're strangers before
             Can we go back to that scenario?

A young dreamer was reborn.
Full of dreams and ambitions
flowed again in his blood,
through his veins;
to his soul.

The warmth, excitement, and macédoine of joy and eagerness to succeed
has eliminated all these bad spirits
that lingered so long;
on his earthly frame.

Oh God, how can he stop this bad habits of his,
If these are the only reason why he lives?
Are there any alternatives
Of this pig fats, pork chops, milk teas?


Help him to live a healthy life 'cause
It'll be hard for him.
I promise.

Hey, young dreamer. Chase your dreams. Make a history. Make it happen. Promise me?