I'm always looking.
I want to find me.
I know what I don't want,
But I never knew clearly what I was looking for.
Twenty years later, my body has grown, but I am still a "problem baby."
Who I am?
What do I want?
Where have I been?
I missed countless puppy loves,
Maybe you will miss love eventually.
What is love?
What is love?
Does it really exist?
What is true and what is false?
I don't know,
Been looking for...
Sometimes I feel a little timid when I want to change.
Sometimes I want to change, but I keep going in circles.
Sometimes when you want to change, you get lost in the beginning.
Sometimes I want to change, but I am afraid that it will become a farewell.