Let me ask the vining roots
Why is it growing crazy and hoot
And guerrilla to the place that doesn't belong to it
Could the answer be “leave it as it is”?

Let me ask the funny man
What does he cry with empty hands
Because I never saw him so gloomy
Oh, maybe he will say “this is how God created me”?

Let me ask the clouds parade

Where will it take each trace
Really, I saw it as a trapped beauty
I think it’ll just cry for something momentary

Let me ask the swaying weed
When will the night look vivid
Because I'm afraid the vining roots will come swinging
Take what's mine I call "darling"

Let me ask those who made a stand
How are they still able to walk, damn
Even though I saw them fall leaving sadness
As for me, I'm still struggling with my flatness

Let me ask my heart and my head
Who do I want to present and stay in the bed
I've been silent too long and being hushed
Until you come and smile at me with full hearted