I planted all my seeds
Eight or nineteen years ago
Now I'm waiting for the tree
To comin' up and show
Slowly but convinced
My old determination grows
Seeing now what mistakes
Wake up, tiredly arose
One by one I'm rising up
I'm trying to move on
Apparently my aspiration
Is still holding on
Two more heartbeats left
Until the weary faces go
I hope they won't return
It all is happening very slow
Now I see the light
The dark and blurry path is clear
Still I can't tell if it's right
Or wrong to volunteer
And in the end I see
That my tree finally has grown
I realize there is no place
For people on their own
One by one I'm rising up
I'm trying to move on
Apparently my aspiration
Is still holding on
Two more heartbeats left
Until the weary faces go
I hope they won't return
It all is happening very slow
It's happening very slow
And in the end I see
That my tree finally has grown
I realize there is no place
For people on their own