The Utopia

"The Utopia"

It might be that
I was defined as an odd child
Holding my heart tight in solitude
not to let go

The world I've seen is not everything
Kept telling it to myself
while I was waiting for the white dragon

Many meeting and parting I passed
I feel dawn in the air
Where is the place
Where is my utopia

I see a shower of cherry blossoms in the wind
It's time to go
I want to be new