Who Am I? (feat. Jony J)

Got used to the dark body age
In the wild, senseless
Waiting for the fish to return to light up who
The same kind of tears
Hiding in silence in the room
But tenderness always disappears

I've long been used to reading alone on the mountain top
No need for worldly distractions
Walking on the road under the sky, leaning on the sun, shining in the night
Except for the numb loneliness, it will make me feel miserable
I haven't encountered anything else that makes me feel truly difficult

Even if you resist the wind
The eyes determine the truth is brutal
I tell myself to suppress the feeling of always rushing
It's just creating history
Climbing the mountain, crossing the bridge
I read diligently
Without eyes, without memories
Only then will I be more diligent
Haven't seen you, who am I
Without you, who am I

Without you, it doesn't matter who I am

Got used to the dark body age
In the wild, senseless
Looking for the fish to return to light up who
The same kind of tears waiting for the same kind
Hiding in silence in the room
But tenderness always disappears

I'm in the slow-moving knowledge of ignorance
No one disturbs
The drifting guest who can return is looking for clues
Long lost the direction of the eye
Just before I'm about to give up
You suddenly appear
Bring me light
Let me find direction in the dark abyss
Not in doubt, not in disappointment
You take away my attention, my attention
But let me know who I am and give me a sense of direction

Haven't seen you, who am I
Without you, who am I
When the ghost of contemplation
Has experienced the body's understanding
The same emptiness is no longer black and white

Silence is the strength of the weak
A drop of tears can be destroyed
(You take away my attention, my attention)
Resolutely reject the fate of entanglement, because the heart has rules
It's yours, I don't belong to anyone
(But let me know who I am and give me a sense of direction)

Haven't seen you, who am I
(You take away my attention, my attention)
Without you, who am I
(But let me know who I am and give me a sense of direction)
When the ghost of contemplation
Has experienced the body's understanding
The same emptiness is no longer black and white

(You take away my attention, my attention)
(But let me know who I am and give me a sense of direction)
The same emptiness is no longer black and white
You know who I am