To the wind that blows around, I would to ask you the things I haven't overcome yet.
To the sun that brightly warms the universe, I would learn something.
Thousands questions confused me, whether I do and did the right ones.
I want this feelings that eating me so slow to vanish and burst to take distance so so so far away from me.
Wonder if I really am strong enough to handle this, or am I also will tumbling as the time pass by...
To whom I may ask, to whom deliver the answers, to whom that giving me strenght, guide me.
I don't like to be defeated roughly, nor winning dirty.