【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. 【Art of Life – Movement II : Life in the Labyrinth】 Shadows crawl inside my mind, Every step feels undefined. Paths divide and split apart, Pulling at my restless heart. Voices drift beyond the haze, Leading me through endless maze. Time stands still, then cuts me down, Moments vanish without a sound. Hands I trusted let me go, Was it fate I'll never know? Mirrors crack with every doubt, Searching for a way back out. If I fall, will anyone know? If I rise, where do I go? I chased the light, but lost its shape, Every answer slips away. If I stop, I disappear, So I move ahead through fear. No clear start, no certain end, Truth will break and twist again. Still my heart refuses rest, Beating hard within my chest. I thought belief would be enough, But faith alone is never safe. Still a fire survives in me, Burning through uncertainty. I'm lost inside this maze of life, Running circles in the night. Every door looks just the same, Every hope forgets my name. I scream, but only silence stays, Still I walk these endless ways. In the dark, I learn to see — This labyrinth is part of me. No map, no sign, no guiding star, I don't know who I really am. But if this pain is what I find, Then it proves this life is mine. Still out of sight... Still out of sight... Yet somewhere beyond the haze, I keep walking through the maze. Still out of sight... Still out of sight... 【Art of Life – Movement III : At the End of the Maze】 The night has not completely gone, The darkness still walks next to me. Yet every step along this road Has led me where I'm meant to be. The things I lost, the scars I bear, I know they'll never fade away. I envied roads that weren't my own, And stumbled more than I can say. Still I've learned to face tomorrow, Through doubt, through wind, through pouring rain. Every footprint shaped the soul I am, And turned my wounds to strength through pain. Even if I cannot see the truth, The meaning of my search remains. Every choice I made in darkness Still echoes deeply through my veins. This is my art of life, The days I lived, the nights I cried. Joy and pain walked hand in hand, They carried me through every tide. I was never on my own, Music was my guiding flame. Everything has taught me this: I would choose this path again. This is my art of life, Every wound became a guide. Every road that led me here Still burns alive inside. I don't need to be special, I don't need to be complete. Every step I've ever taken Is my art of life. The night has not completely gone, Yet I no longer fear the sky. The fire still burns within my heart, And always will as long as I live. This is my art of life.
