Why do I still rush?
Back to the land of *******
Is it because my legs and mind coalesce?
They are aware it is like hell
Yet they still run into that fire
...The reason is because they look at the future
And tell the rest of the body
How diverting to glory for such a little span of time
Will vanish in a few moments
They want to take it slow while heading for success
But not by drowning themselves
In the shallow oceans of deceit

Why do I still roam in the night?
The night which has already shown me its dead side
And whose torture I still remember
...The reason is because I want to play a game
A nice drama in which I turn out to be the winner
How pleasing I imagine
To prove others in good will, without fight?
How soothing is it to see them
Break into dance by my tone of silent song?

Why do I keep on meditating about the past?
The past so unfair...
That has always tarnished my good image once I remember?
That has always wanted me to change the perception
Of those whom I long ago forgave?
...The reason is I don't want to forget
I want those memories to drive the conscience of my mind
That never once should I do such cruelty to another being
The memories that once triggered... remind me constantly that
"Recall where you come from and the wishes of your people also"

Why do I still allow myself to live?
In this place full of my enemies...
Whom I know very well do not want me apart from treating me like trash
Why do I keep on subjecting myself to this?
Yet I know it takes away the peace in the whole of me
And fixes it with all kinds of disharmony?
...The reason is
I am still tracing the map of a happy destination
Once I set off, that will be it forever

Why do I still ride?
In this path of sin
Why do I still agree, yet I know it is a serious shameful crime?
Allowing my body to get tampered with?
...The reason is, I aim for something
I know that I am just one(God pardon me)
And these sacrifices I make
Are relied upon by many
They all adore me knowing that all in all I got them covered
That on this earth I am their second god...
In their hands they got my trust, and in mine I got their safety

Why do I keep on running into the rain?
This rain which once it falls
Collects all its anger on me
When it lands on me...three drops already make me yell in pain
The first one I feel like it is the pain of a needle
The next one I feel like its pain resembles that of a spear
The last one I feel like it I'd fire
Surely what kind of mercies do I plead for?
...The reason is
Every time I am always looking for a fortune in that rain
I know its other good side and so I won't stop