Art of Life – Movement Ⅰ: My Own Art

Art of life is more than words, It’s every road I’ve walked so far. Not a star, not someone special, Just a heart that loves this sound. I never chased the blinding lights, Never stood upon that stage, Still the music stayed beside me, Through my fragile, changing days. In every note I found my place, In every silence, truth remained. This is my art of life, The days I lived, the nights I cried. Joy and pain, hand in hand, Taught me how to rise and stand. I’m not alone, I never was, Music showed me who I am. This is my art of life. Not perfection, not success, Just honest days and emptiness. And in that space, I came to see Life itself is melody. This is my art of life, The days I lived, the nights I cried. Joy and pain, hand in hand, Taught me how to rise and stand. I’m not alone, I never was, Music showed me who I am. This is my art of life. This is my art of life. This is my art of life.