Is there someone who would
     be proud if I achieve my goals?
But how about, if I couldn't
     reach them all?
Is it still worth living when in that
     certain moment I would fail?
If this life has never been consistent,
     do I have to keep pretending
     in what I feel?

Is there someone who would cry
     for me if I lost my way?
How about being happy if I found
     the treasures in me?
Is there someone who would dare
     to catch me the time I fall?
But if this life is making me useless,
     do I have to be hanged
     from each blood-stained wall?

Is there someone who would wipe the tears,
     and would never let them return?
Someone whom I chose to conquer,
     but has never been conquered after all;
Is there still a rainbow after a rain —
     after everything has been flooded?
If this life is often so unfair,
     is there someone who would
     be my remedy for those tears?

Is there someone else who would
     throw flowers when I'm gone?
Someone who would be saving
     my last breath on happiness
     within her arms?
Is there someone who would
     see me, hear me, and love me
     though I'm not the best?
If this life has never been mine,
     do I have to take the risk
     to take the rest?

Is there a freedom for effervescence,
     and an effervescence for freedom?
Is there someone for no one,
     and no one for someone?
Is there an answer to each question
     that I could write but couldn't say?
And if this life is made to be wonderful;
     can you tell me, yes or no —
     can you tell me who are they?