...my melody keeps me alive, although I seek freedom, I'm a slave to my purpose, I wish I could be less of me, but, that's only a dream. I crossed paths with the goods, the devils, the kinds and the greed, so what's there left that I haven't seen? Why do I keep playing my notes? Why do I keep dance? Is it for you? Is it for me? Is it for remembering? I'll never know, and I wish that I won't. Faceless, my smile is gone, But I'll keep playing this with the hope, that one day it will guide me back home.