Burning

A little diary book lying in the corner, coloured by time.
Cute, innocent penciled words still trying to find their own handwriting style.
Growing older, we learn how to mute the pain in our life,
Using our tears to try to heal the scars.
Sometimes we may forget,
But our bodies will always remember the hurt.
The words in the diary book reminded me of my childhood dreams.
Never knew that all this time, I had been keeping the flames of my childhood dreams alive.
Songwriting is my gift. And my gift to you are my songs.
if you forget who you are, or why you are still breathing,
listen to my songs, and find yourself.
Go back to when you were innocent and brave as a child,
When you dared to dream.
To be a pilot, a dancer, a teacher, a mother.
Before the world told you that you could not.
Your dreams will grow old with you,
So keep them burning before they become too vague to remember.

燃起

角落的日記，當年的字跡，泛黃的回憶
成長，隨時間學會自我麻痹
麻痹眼淚，麻痹傷疼，麻痹呼吸
卻無法麻痹自己
記恨的身體，忘不了傷痕事蹟
翻開日記燃起回憶
原來，夢想依然活在我的指尖裡
流浪的指尖在琴鍵譜出一首首想送給你們的歌曲
若你迷失了真實的自己
讓我的歌陪你燃起夢想找回自己
帶你乘搭時光機回到過去
重溫那與世無爭，敢恨敢愛，夢想無限的你
就算世界紛擾冷言冷語
相信你內心的夢和我一樣未曾澆熄
因為夢想的火苗，只差點燎原的勇氣