The place I have spent a long time.

The place I was born.

I've felt many things and I've heard many words in this place.

All that happened around me made me grow up better.

My personality, I know vaguely...

Every time to act, a high wall stands in my way.

Every time I try to get past it, something makes me strong.

(How many borderlines are waiting for me?

It will make me happy, make me sad, make me cry...

I don't know whether it will be fine or cloudy.

'cause it's all up to me...)

My life should go well, it's all up to me!