I cannot stop writing songs.
Even if the moon in the night sky shines purple.
Even if the sands of the desert turn to jewels,
Even if I am not allowed to speak a word.
I cannot stop the singing of the stars that arise on their own in my mind.
I may simply be drowning like a hedonist in the sea of "Pleasure".
Even if I contribute nothing to this world,
I still cannot stop writing songs....