Even if I'm paused under the cold moonlight
I know the strings will move me
They greet me
Like the shells under the sand
The strings I play
Lace my mind
Making me concentrate
It's my calling
The fibre of the strings
Make my forget my hardships
It's my passion
It's my dream
Playing the strings
Makes my mask turn into a smile
But without hardship
Is it even worth it?
These strings are the epilogue of my tears
Broken but not unfixable
These strings are glued to my lingering feelings
I'm still as passionate as four year old me
