I left this place a long time ago.
Now when I’m returned.
I don’t recognize this place.
It used to be so beautiful.
So peaceful and quiet.

Now all I see is pain and greave.
People who lost their identity.
Searching for their feelings.
Looking for a way out.
Hooping for the best.

I wan to remember this place like it was.
I was desperate to come back.
But the things I see here..
Makes me want to leave more.

I’m going away, away from the pain.
I’m heading to places I don’t know.
And I’ll never know places.
Cause when you think you found it back.
You don’t recognize it anymore.

You see the opposite.
Happiness turns into sadness.
I left this place, came back and found it, and lost it again.
I’m heading to places I don’t know.
And to be honest I don’t want to know.

I won’t let the pain destroy my precious memory.
I won’t let the pain close enough to hurt me.
I’ll walk in the same direction from where I came.
Back to the unknown, back to isolation.