We all have dreams.
Because we always chase, listen, and live.
Sometimes, we all know the location of them.
Sometimes we don't.

It is slipping by my hand,
and like a ship we always wait.

Am I still in the center of the sea?
Or I never leave here as you see.
Sometimes, we feel that we fall in the dark.
Sometimes we are just behind our dreams.

Just turn back and see
The tour we are still traveling.