Who sets the rules?
Who forces you to follow?
Who makes us fools?
Just have your own flow.

Flow with your own passion,
Flow with your own creation,
Flow with your own imagination,
Just like a Friday bohemian.

Just flow,
Just blow,
Within green grass
Just go with your own mind;
All the pictures, childhood, teenage,
Your all sins are in front of you,
Mirror is behind.

Question yourself at night,
Whether you are a liar,
Or you have an answer to say the hidden truth?

Then call your soul,
From your heart’s booth.