My soul is tired and aged,
Struggling without gain,
SometimesI break down into a hundred pieces,
Only to come together once again.
I don’t know where I am—
Here, there, everywhere, nowhere…
While out searching myself,
In the chaos of my mind,
I sink into the ocean of thoughts;
Mixed up with present, past, and future,
A question reflecting in my ear:
Who am I, who am I?
But I am nothing more than a picture of black and white.
Uncertain, confused, and lifeless—without light.