The start of a day, with the same things repeating
I hope I won’t lose myself
I’m a small bean in the basket called the world

If happiness was hiding in the corner of my youth
I would’ve searched in the trash can, under the table, even in the shoe closet
But the things I wanted aren’t here
Happiness is only a rumor to me, I’ve never witnessed it
Feeling hungover in the morning, I come face to face with my food
I have to swallow this in order to make this, I have to go out
Maybe life is like the sole of my father’s shoes
Endlessly clashing with the ground, wearing out and hurting

If happiness is like a game of hide-and-seek
I would’ve searched every corner, alley and street
When everyone was clueless and laughing at me
I didn’t find the answer to see it, I just believed
November of 2011, I was a small bean in a bag
I believed that the black bag couldn’t be my sky
Because repetition and being ordinary isn’t a sin
So I curl up and start to count
Because it’s still the middle of the night

The night of 27, the night I walked without a plan
I stood under the streetlight, without knowing where to go
The night of 27, I felt so pathetic
Felt like I would get caught if I opened my eyes
Those faraway times, that night

When the sun rises, I’ll live another day that was like yesterday
The busy subway, the same footsteps, I’ll follow them
When we talk about dreams with a drink, I couldn’t speak proudly
In case anyone noticed, I talked even louder for no reason
I want to escape this place
I want to live as myself
Before I get more cowardly, before I get scared, I want to be myself now
A small bean with sadness and a few drops of tears in my body
And holding onto the shining belief, enduring through the endless nights

Believing in myself, enduring through my dreams
Knowing that my pitifulness is only momentary
Just like a bean that will one day sprout
I’m getting tougher inside the black bag

The night of 27, the night I walked without a plan
I stood under the streetlight, without knowing where to go
The night of 27, I felt so pathetic
Felt like I would get caught if I opened my eyes
Those faraway times, that night

I endure through another day, irritated by the world once again
It was hard to be courageous and easy to give up
I counted, you better hide or I might find you
Where did you hide? Wherever you go, it doesn’t matter
Now, one, two, three, four, again, five, four, three, two
The world calls me a tagger, that’s why I covered my eyes
I used to be confused once but now I’m going my own way
If I count to ten and tomorrow comes, I’ll shine even brighter
I’ll shine even brighter

The night of 27, the night I walked without a plan
I stood under the streetlight, without knowing where to go
The night of 27, I felt so pathetic
Felt like I would get caught if I opened my eyes
Those faraway times, that night