I am here, was born a zero, seeking pieces of me, my own true-self.
I grew like nothing ever stop me, though a falling leave seems pulling me back to all the sorrow.
I see them as a piece of me, the happier me, the bizzare stories, the past left behind.
I wish to see tomorrow, as I see my shattered heart has broken like a vulnerable thin glass.
I wish to know every burden I have to carry for tomorrow.
But it can't be, it's not the way it should be
So I collect every piece of me, everyday
And somehow transform everything I see into a whole piece of