I could not handle one big wave of dream,
and drive them through the endless hallway of the sky.
Could not strive for the scar and eliminate the stream.
I have once tried being a rocketeer,
I have moved my wings towards the peak,
passed through the cracked marble steep and burst into tears,
no hands I could reach, and so I fell off the brick.
And again I asked myself,
"Could there be a dream?"
Old memories twisted, imaginations disputed.
There are so many labyrinths in this world,
that I have never been able to solve.
In the end, I went outside,
felt the intense air slashing my thick skin,
saw the vast earth which people call it 'round'.
It was just an endless, long route,
which I will not know where I would stand in the future.
All the questions, all the doubts,
I believe it would all be answered someday, somehow.
So then I chose to.. Breathe.
I will keep on moving,
along with the dream, it is still right there anyway.
Our lives are rockets, and we are the rocketeers,
and I never care about how fast I am going.
I believe the moon will always be waiting for me forever,
I believe the asteroids will always be challenging,
I believe the zero gravity will always be the pole to stand,
Therefore, I will always find a reason to smile.
