Here I go,
To somewhere high or low,
To meet my new friend or new foe,
To somewhere I don't even know.
I see the boat which I have to row,
Along the river, I see the reflection of my sorrow,
I need some help, I need to borrow,
Going there with nothing and hollow.
I see my future,
I see it as an adventure,
Full of obstacles and nothing can be sure,
Exploring alone in the thick mother nature.
I wonder, is it dry or damp?
Do I need to bring my own lamp?
To stay or to only camp?
The place, the destiny, UKM...
-steam-