I don't have access to where the source of my soul's attitude is,
As I spotting just the compass, I am not eligible to feel the bliss.
Sometimes when I found the glimpse of the glory, I start singing.
And build the myth about the branch to be the whole tree
As I spotting just the compass, I am not eligible to feel the bliss.
Compass is changing and the time is flowing day to night,
The branch that I assumed to be the whole tree starts stinging me.
As I spotting just the compass, I am not eligible to feel the bliss.
Assuming the Sun limited to ray, how narrow-minded I was,
The thing that I looked around for was the inner self,
As I spotting just the compass, I am not eligible to feel the bliss.
