We are running the winging road.
We are finding the truth.
In this world, the truth is a few.
The lie exists like the truth.
We are running the winging road.
We are finding the truth.
In this world, the truth is a few.
The lie exists like the truth.
We don’t wanna see the lie anymore.
We wanna know the truth, not the lie.
But actually, Life doesn’t work only by high-sounding ideas.
We are standing the border line. Child or Adult…
We drive the night highway. We don’t know where we are going now.
I don’t wanna be an adult yet.
But we are not children. We hate being treated like children.
Where is our finding answer?