Feel no shame about shape, weather changes their phrase

Don't put your eyes on boots, step toward your roots

Tell me what you wanna say

I don't know why are you afraid

Tell me what you want

I can make it out

Before you miss something given, you should know what's the truth

There's no aid there's no trade it belongs to you

Once you start up, there's no other way

Even mother will show you another way

Have no fear for real it's just like a turning wheel............

I can get it off

Whatever holds you back

The first word should be found

There's no fame there's no blame It's up to you

So put your glasses on, nothing will be wrong

I don't know why, but too late, it's too late