I once was so eager to find the meaning of life,
never knew the reason why of facing the strife.
I was naive, thinking life was easy before,
as I grew older, I'd learned a little more.

now I understand, not to find the meaning of life,
'cause I'm the the one who define my own life.
albeit delightful or woeful I'll feel,
it's all depend on the way I choose to live.

it's like walking into a garth,
overwhelmed by the blossoms.
there's nothing better than this
making my heart whole blooms.

yet it's like an autumnal equinox,
there's a time to whither and die.
albeit leaves fall on the ground,
but I bet it'll be remembered.

I feel not blithe nor blue
whilst entering the whole new chapter,
'cause it won't be the same like before.
it makes me to wonder,
how blue will be defined after?

dandelion is me,
wind has my fate.
it sends me to the mud,
where it's filled with unknown.
I thank wind for teaching me,
"you'll grow when you start to appreciate"

Untold words in my throat,
I swallowed them into my heart.
They molded a thousand of fears,
they created a million of tears.
They would glow like the stars,
slowly they exploded
and became the black holes.