Although I don’t really have anything special I want to say I have as many things I want to know as I like
Something like a conversation before the universe was born Something like the words that you got swallowed by that day
Although I don’t really have anything special I want to say I have as many things I want to proceed with as I like
Something like the Golgotha something like the other side of this world Something like the place where I’ll remember when I forget the way to proceed
Let me hear it one day Show it to me Tell me exactly
Why is it like this? Why is it like that? Look, please don’t hide it
Although I don’t really have anything special I want to say If it’s one or two, I have it too
Although I have as many things I want to know as I like I don’t know if I really want to know or not
Being silent all along Keeping it secret Without saying the answer Why is it like this? Why is it like that? Please don’t say it
The more you know The more you see The more you listen The more you go The more you play (an instrument) The more you meet The more you do Why is it like that?