From the shores where I glimpsed your shadow, to the rain-soaked wet streets we tread.

For the voice that are calling me back, I don't know why I still can't trust anyone.

Nursery rhymes in childhood memory, defining the kind of person we should be.

Hold my sword tight and guard the oath, repeatedly twisted me, who's telling lies?

Walking through at the end of the curtain, playing chess to map out a way to run.

Under the impression of the missing son, see the world falling down in my cunning eyes.

I don't know who I am.

I don't know who she is.

But I know, we can't escape from the obstruction of predetermined fate.