Theory

Each writing their own story,
We check the same theory,
So it's better for me to be in foreign cities,
Than to dig in someone else's bones,
Better I will write my own melody,
Than make a parody of a thousand others,
Though my road is crooked and thorny,
Perhaps hard and not radiant,
I will go after my own sun,
Not someone else's bright and hot,
But my own, warm, windy.