I raised my head and walk towards the moon,
People laughed and said "You are crazy",
I thought, "How could we be the same".
I wore white shirt,
Yet I still walk through mud.
I crawled up the rampart to see the what I want to see.
I crushed my heart several times for a couple lines of truth.
The world. The society. Everything feels like a cave.
If you born with thorn, do worn them out before you enter the cage.
Everyone is saying the right thing,
But I said excuse me let me pass.
Let me get drunk in the palace,
And read some random poetry.
Let me pass that mad house with undyed,
Scoop up moonlight in the pond.
Thanks for everyone's reminder,
I understood them and I don't want to pretend I will listen.
Everyone is looking for gold mines,
Yet I am looking for the moon.
If the path is different why bother to walk together?
Every heart is flawed, they say.
I stepped on bramble not because I am not scared,
it's because I know what I am paying for.
I weigh the pros and cons and still wanting to stand.
You can live your life and my life is off yours.
I walk the mud with white because the romance sprinkles around.
I know what I love and I stand where I stand.
If I still have belief after seeing the dark,
I will wander at night draping moonlight all over me.