flow flow flow...
the river shall not stop...
till the ocean it flows...
where it all seem cold...
yet true loneliness does not show...
cause can never be seen by eyes but the soul..

tears flow when i stand there alone...
thinking was enough for me...
singing make it come...
yet nothing can be done...

though the singing no one can hear,
yet new lyric will forever come,
none can be heard by outsider,
for it will be meaningful to others outside...